I have been very quiet lately. I can’t keep up it seems.
A long week end in Bali was the most nurturing experience. And the most needed.
My favourite thing was to see everywhere their daily rituals, actually every morning and evening. Little holders, made of palm leaves waived together, of offerings are simply everywhere. This Balinese Hinduism ritual, which get created in the early morning hours and replaced for the evening is to appease the Gods. You’ll find them everywhere, some intact, some rolled over. No offence here!
The rice fields have been a source of fascination. Totally new to my psyche! I couldn’t get enough of them.
And some inspired drawing and journaling. Bliss.
Can’t wait to return!
Our camping trip was cut very short. Two smashed tires in the middle of nowhere on the Gibb River Road obliged us to return.
No 2….. In a 20-minute interval
No spare anymore at this stage and the daylight fading beautifully on us..
The beauty surrounding us was breathtaking. Camping in the wild is always nurturing, even in blemished circumstances.
Unforgiving Gibb Road. Certainly reknown for its challenges.
My expression of it all, once back home.
The face of disappointment
Very grateful to be able to express those feelings through creativity;)
This country is hard to grasp. The immensity strikes me.
It is almost scary
so much space and nothing to contain us.
With the vastness of the horizon,
we must expand, grow into it,
take as much space as we can,
integrate this immensity within us,
let it feed us; otherwise we will get swallowed, crushed, fearful and unable to accept the opportunity to be nourished by the elements.
Time too is larger.
The pace is different in the Outback; you look around and everything seems still, like the clock has stopped.
And yet, the sun setting reminds us that today is passing.
Or perhaps it is the energy that is still.
It is not the effervescent sea shore, with the continuous tidal movement.
Here, it’s still.
of the heat, the birds, the gusty wind, the harshness of the land, dry and dusty.
Some people say that there is nothing out here.
Too harsh, too isolated. Hard country it is.
To see and feel the outback, you have to open yourself, leave your known world behind, open your senses to its appealing and fascinating beauty.
I had written this while on our trip across Australia, almost two years ago…
For some reasons, the desert is calling.
This is where I’d like to be right now.
I have been very slow at posting photos of my last trip to Switzerland and Venezia..
Here is a bit of poetry in pictures…
I could post so many more as Venice is a dream to visit and to photograph…
and just working on this post made me wanting to be there again!
During my visit to my family in my homeland, despite not so good weather, we managed to do a few good hikes…We would check the weather forecast on the evening and organize our walk for the following day.
This is Emosson Dam, on the border of France. This is quite re-known for its dinosaurs marks or traces, which are really impressive (for the non-dinosaur-marks-specialist that I am!). The other gem is the omnipresence of the magnificent mountains and lakes…
We hiked for a bit, had a break and then continued, leaving my parents behind. I tell you, we suffered. The mountain girl that I used to be has walked too many flat lands… and it is already something to go up and up and up, as we were motivated by the view from the top. But then, we had to go down…..oh my….
I am loving this book, Wild, from Cheryl Strayed. She is honest, raw, vulnerable, and so her stories.
For the next few posts, I will bring Switzerland to you… and a bit of Venezia as well…
To start with, a few pictures of Greg, my cousin who inspires me so much! Greg does cheese traditionally up at the ‘Alpage’ each summer. Four cheeses per day, using 1400 liters of milk each time!!! Seriously!
Every time I witness this, I am amazed and humbled by this ancient knowledge continued. Simple hard work really!
and the reward…Macaroni de Chalet with home made cheese, fresh cream…