Jean-Louis Bouzou – Text Bubbles

At a time when numbers inhabit and caress my days, when smiles and gratitude expand my very being, when a web of pleasurable thrills settles beneath my skin, I wonder if you will have the courage to murder your pride and your fears, to tear through your shadow and let your vibrant colors emerge...   Excerpt from the collection: "Silently"...

Gratitude is the wellspring of Providence…

I was riding a great white horse, galloping across the ocean toward the continent, under the storm, in the night. Behind me, Liam was holding on to my shoulders. The sea spray and heavy rain soaked us from head to toe. The roar of the wind, the rain, and the waves was so loud that I couldn’t make out what Liam was shouting to me. At one point, he turned my head with both hands, and I saw a fire on a beach near a cliff. I changed direction and rode toward it. As we got closer to the shore, I could make out two figures near the fire, and then I heard Liam scream. Slowing down as we arrived, I felt his hands leave my shoulders. He jumped off the horse and ran toward two young women wearing hooded coats, whose faces I couldn’t distinguish despite the campfire’s glow. The one on the left turned and started walking toward a hollow carved into the cliff behind her. She hesitated, then stepped inside—and was immediately trapped as roots grew over the entrance, weaving into a grid that kept h...

To grow fat by reducing waste — freeganism.

Embrace difference Embrace separation Embrace time. Embrace the shadow. For through acceptance all duality dissolves... 

At the crown, welcome a joyful spark of peace and wisdom, then let it flow through all your subtle bodies… At the third eye, refine and amplify your intuition, entering into dialogue with the unseen… At the throat, express each emotion to release it, then surrender to the flow of life… At the heart, radiate an immense sun of love—both received and shared… At the solar plexus, embrace and understand your emotions to cultivate confidence and serenity… At the sacral, create to give and beautify life… At the root, honor and cherish the vessel of the spirit…

Last night, I found myself on a snow-covered forest path. Once again, I was struck with wonder at what I experienced. My body lay warm and still, far away — a hot water bottle between my legs, buried under blankets, drifting through the night — while I, in another form, laughed at the chill, delighted by that enchanting Christmas scene. Like a child, I scooped up snow, shaping it into balls and sending them flying into the glittering white silence. And as always, when happiness finds me, I long to share it with you. So I called out, hoping you’d appear in that lucid reverie… but you did not. Perhaps it was for the best — for had you arrived, you’d have been buried beneath an avalanche of snowballs, transformed at once into my dream snowwoman.