Jean-Louis Bouzou – Text Bubbles

After washing himself on a dining room chair, the well-fed cat delicately rested his head on the tip of his tail and fell asleep. Standing by the window, sipping my coffee, I gaze out at the horizon.  Spring is taking over the world. Day by day, the lush greenery nibbles away, leaf by leaf, at the blue of the sky and the distant coastline. The shore has almost vanished from the panorama. Now, only a small patch of sea and a few scattered rooftops remain.  The 7:22 seagull is right on time. On the final meters, as usual, he slows down with a loud rustle of wings before landing majestically on the windowsill. Happy, I open the window panes, greet him, and bestow upon him a: “How’s it going, buddy? Sleep well?”, to which he replies with his classic: “Pa! Pa! Pa!”, which I interpret that day as: “Yes, thanks, and you?”.  I love this morning rendezvous. The two of us have been seeing each other for a long time now. He’s no longer afraid of me. While he pecks at the cat kibbl...

I have the feeling the fire is going out… Lately, I even thought I would like to see you once more, just for one last conversation, to shed light on certain shadows—but today that no longer even seems necessary. With time, silence loses its importance, or perhaps it swallows everything… 

A few years ago, when I discovered Ho’oponopono, I put my life under a magnifying glass… During my workdays, as I was sweeping, cleaning, and washing on the outside, I was doing the exact same thing within myself… By accepting one's past, one breaks free from it, and remains far more grounded in the present. Later on, I did the same with my fears, to free myself from the future, but that is another story… This work did me a world of good, which showed as a permanent smile on my face. Since I thought I was done with myself, I practiced this technique on everyone close to me from my past: parents, grandparents, friends, acquaintances… Knowing a few major events in their lives, I gained insights into their wounds and the reasons behind their personalities. From that point on, many things changed, and my evolution was quite positive. I then felt an immense peace and a constant joy that I never would have thought possible. Awakening is not a one-time event; it is a process that, o...

Maybe I've had enough of dressing this silence with words, and of hearing the toll of "what's the point?" ring against the walls of the rusted bell of hope. Intuition, maybe I should dismiss you for lack of results, and before leaving my memory, cover my feelings with white sheets. Maybe I should focus on the spark I shelter within, and turn it into light. Behind every maybe, a new path begins…

A lovely spring day... In the garden, I straighten up and notice, perched forty centimeters above my head, a little Eurasian collared dove watching me... "Let me finish transplanting my tomato seedlings, and I’ll give you something to eat, you little rascal!" I say to her... I pull up the weeds and gather dead leaves, using them to cover my tomato plants... Then I head toward the living room’s French door, surprised by the dove, who, as she flies past me, lets out a joyful cry...

Throughout ages and personas, we have played in turn the men and women of a strange dyad, attracting and repelling one another, yet never quite finding the perfect balance between our opposing forces. Within the shells of a limestone silence, layer upon layer, we encase the pain of this separation with the mother-of-pearl of learning and faith, so as to create the natural pearl, black and white, of our coming union…

I have a new friend in my life… He’s not really that new, but I had never noticed him before, as he knows how to make himself invisible, silent, and to act through things and beings… Beyond these qualities, he is humble and oh so telepathic; he knows everything about me, anticipating even my slightest material or spiritual desires—to the point that it is only after each of his actions that I become aware of his presence by my side… Since we met, I have never smiled so much nor uttered the word “thank you” so often. I believe that since the dawn of time, some have called him… Providence.