En attendant Ostara…

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Mais quand viendra le printemps?

Je l’attends toujours à la croisée des chemins. Il sait se faire attendre. Il y a environ 15 jours qu’il devait être içi avec son sac pleins de promesses. Il m’avait promis d’enlever tous ce qui pourrait obstruer ma route : terres gelées, chemins boueux et flaques d’eau interminables. Il m’avait même chuchoter à l’oreille : « Je te promets de faire fondre cette croute de glace pour ensuite l’évaporer dans l’atmosphère». Quel menteur! Je me gèle encore sous l’air nordique tandis que mes pieds glissent sous la glace.

J’attends ces vents doux, comme un baume réparateur, qui envahiront les recoins sombre de ma psyché et qui dégèleront la froideur installée en permanence dans mon coeur. J’attends sa lumière qui réduira en poussière les souvenirs alourdissants.

Il se fait attendre.

Il m’avait promis.

Quel est la nature de son retard?

Across the bridge and around the bend lies a river…



I woke up at dawn this morning to catch a few misty  snapshots. Getting out of bed wasn’t difficult, I was already getting up to feed my infant son Noah.

Once the baby is content and fed, I hand him over to Daddy who takes over. I am able to go out and explore. Satisfied to have a few hours  of careless wandering.

Eager to capture the surreal glow around me. But I wonder where is the sun? I was hoping to catch a few rays of light underneath this foggy cloak, but apparently it seems it’s going to be a gray day.

It doesn’t matter. I am still happy.

I got what I wanted. I still got my shots. I got to walk in the silence of the woody trails. I was able to breathe cool morning air.

I got back home to a fresh pot of coffee and breakfast made by Boyfriend.

Purgatory as Purification (Cleansing by Water)

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Grief took a hold of her heart and wouldn’t let go until she wished it away.

 Drop by drop the sadness  filled her until she found herself surrounded by past regrets.

Being submerged, to the waist, in a pool of water.

How could she get herself out of this uncomfortable wetness without feeling the bitter cold  air upon her skin?

How could she return to a dry and warm comfort?

Until she saw the predicament she found herself in as an opportunity to grow, she would never move on out of it.

Her place of pain was also her place of salvation.

This water she found herselg in could also cleanse and baptize her.

It could wash away the grime of all the darkest places she’s been.

She didn’t know that walking into the pain was her doorway out.

Stay Away

This video was made using Chris Thile’s song Stay Away. The video made and the images were taken by me.

I have been longing to make a film for a very long time. I have been aching to make a linear story using images like photographs. I have always believed that images and music make the perfect marriage. In my first attempt at making a small film, I have to admit I am proud of the outcome. There’s no specific meaning to the images captured except that I wanted to make a film that reflected a dream-like and haunting feeling. I feel that the song was chosen specifically because it sounded exactly like the images. I didn’t want to chose an instrumental music because I believe in the power of poetry. I wanted the viewers to concentrate on the words as much as the visual aspect. As if the video helped them  listen more closely.