RESIST TO EXIST: THE ART OF NOT LETTING YOURSELF BE EXTINGUISHED. There are silences that kill, absences that confine, acceptances that bury us alive. We live in a world where everything is designed for us before we even have time to ask ourselves the question: Who am I? We are shaped, molded and trained. We are not born free... We must wrest this freedom from the clutches of an established order that only wants us to submit.

THE DANCE OF THE POSSIBLE: Ode to uncertainty

Life brought me back.

After 16 months of travel, of a breath that carried me from France to the shores of my origins, I stand here, facing the multiple reality I've constructed. It's not a return, it's a metamorphosis. But today, I have to be everything at once. Mother, photographer, author, director. Pilgrim of the senses and souls. I have to reopen sleeping projects, carry fragile dreams, guide paths that don't yet exist. To produce my podcast L'Odyssée de l'Être, to open the Via Magdalena like a sacred door, a passageway to the essential. All without any guarantees.

I'm writing to you from the place where it all begins: my heart.

It was at the bend of a sacred mountain, at the foot of a river whose waters seemed to whisper the secrets of the world, and in the heart of a land that still bore the traces of the first lives, that a seed guardian entrusted me with an allegory... He spoke to me of seeds. Not just the seeds we sow in the furrows of the earth, but the seeds we carry within us. These invisible, fragile yet powerful seeds are home to our dreams, our hopes, our truths and all that still slumbers in silence.

Religion prevents us from being close to God and even being God's instrument. We are locked in dead words that certainly show us a path embodying good...

But what is good? Certainly not rules established a few thousand years ago that leave half of humanity on the sidelines!

Blindly believing all in the same thing impoverishes our humanity.

What if going towards oneself meant getting rid of everything that life has made of us?

Am I capable at 47 years old of leaving everything,

that I AM

to be

WHO I am?

Vast question where intertwine

Having and Being.

Accepting to be where I am without always wanting to do more or the best possible, to give way to what is... where I am!

This sentence sums up the situation well...

The snake is biting its own tail! 

The chicken or the egg... Or the egg? 

To be or not to be?

To be without having or to have without being?

AHHHHHHH…

What discomfort I am today!

📆 April 09, 2023, I open my eyes. It is 7:00 in the morning, I wake up gently in my room in Meudon, and a priori nothing differentiates this day from all the others, except that...

🔔 For the first time in my life, I am aware that Easter celebrates the resurrection of Christ, that my apartment is empty, that I am lying on a floor mat, that a good ten pilgrims from the Camino de Santiago are sleeping on the floor in my living room…

🎭 Our society is built in such a way that we are, through the transmission of our parents' values, the custodians of our lineage.

But are we really destined to be only that?

⛓ A simple link?

And our deepest being? And our personal values?

⏳ Do we know them? Have we ever taken the time to ask ourselves the right questions? To go and meet ourselves?

How lucky I am to be able to imagine BEING the totality of what exists in the field of possibilities.

I am touching my happiness...

🌹 Being at the right time of my Being 🌹

The only certainty in me is that going on a year-long adventure to try to find out who I am, is the greatest gift I can give myself...

What excites me most about a new adventure is never knowing the colors, textures, nuances, flavors, smells, or even the consequences of the experiences I am about to have. That's certainly why the profession of photographer and writer chose me.