Welcome to my Inner World. I am a French self-taught artist, and these past twenty years I have made Norway my home. Moving to the Lofoten islands was the greatest present I ever made to myself and the Arctic landscapes are indeed a true treat for any artist’s eyes. I live with my British soulmate,… Continue Reading
In order to kindle a new beginning, it is necessary to extinguish what is no longer relevant. Bad habits tend to re-ignite at every opportunity, and it is very easy for one’s vigilance to lapse. A good and proper bonfire will work as a “No” only if you can say “Yes” with your whole heart to new ways of being.
Nature is an infinite symphony, the interweaving of countless melodies, the superposition of numberless rhythms, tones and timbres. But not a single note is ever out of place, because the composers and performers of Nature’s Orchestra are the Devas. They are the Masters of the Secret Harmony. Their language is one of vibrations, balancing all possible combinations in the most imaginative way. Everything they do arises from their intuition. And if you are suffering the discord provoked by over-thinking, tuning in to your own intuition is the perfect way to restore harmony.
Behind every mask, there is separateness and a whole truth that can only be expressed in fragments. Masks are only the surface. They can be crippling, if we identify too desperately with a mask that denies our totality. But they can just as easily reveal something extraordinary and creative about who we are. In the end, though, we have no control over what others perceive.
The Soul sails your boat through this life and into the Beyond with barely a sigh at the body’s passing. She is without fear, and has nothing to lose because She will never die. She is our most precious friend, although we are not always Hers. Her language is that of the deep, and we must listen closely to the Figurehead, who articulates the otherwise unfathomable, a guide to those who learn to listen. So ignore the Figurehead’s messages at your peril: lose your Soul, and you are left to drift, the speech of the sea and what lies beneath lost to you, the treasures of the deep diminished to an obscure and unreadable pattern of waves.