¡ bienvenidos - degemer mat - مرحباً marhabân - नमस्ते namasté - pjila'si !

¡ maeva - talofa - ongi etorri orori - welcome - bienvenue !


...en la cabaña de Flanagan el tallador de sueños, un refugio para los que tienen 'hambre del alma'

...inside Flanagan the dream chiseller's cabin, a resting place for curious eyes and hungry souls

...et chez Marie Diaz, rêveuse d'un monde à l'autre, semeuse d'histoires, tisseuse d'imaginaire

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Bourges 2016 : L'Invisible lauréat du défi-lecture organisé par la Ligue de l'Enseignement & la Médiathèque

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Nouvelle-Calédonie 2014 : l'Invisible lauréat du prix Livre Mon Ami - ici au collège Laura Boula sur l'île de Drehu-Lifou

'Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.'

Langston Hughes

[African-American poet, 1902-1967]


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mercredi 26 juin 2013

Picking up the broken pieces


Nuu-Chah-Nulth Art : Raven bringing the Sun
In 'DAUGHTERS OF COPPER WOMAN' by Anne Cameron :
I am the sea
I am the mountains 
I am the light
I am eternal

This confusion is fog
there is light beyond
I sense it and feel its warmth

I move toward it 
but not headlong
I fear to stumble 
to fall with pain

There are women everywhere with fragments
when we learn to come together we are whole
When we learn to recognize the enemy
we will come to recognize what we need to know
to learn how to come together

I know the smiling faces of my enemy
I know the pretence that is the weapon used
I have been the enemy
and learned to know myself well.

The ones who talk only from the throat
see only with two eyes
hear only with ears
but pretend to do more
are the enemy

I walk amidst shards
and fear laceration
I must dare to bleed
I must dare to cut myself
To amputate 
the festering pain

I will learn to mix 
medicine bags for those with faith
I will learn to chant the power chant

I will learn to mix
medicine bags for those with faith
I will learn to chant the power chant
and play the healing drum.
I will not fear moss voices
water songs
small furry things with sharp teeth
or my own hesitancy.

I am falling
I am falling
past star
past time
through space
and my own fragments

Oh sisters the pain
I am scattered
I am scattered
gather fragments
weave and mend
scattered fragments
weave and mend

In golden light
I recognize the enemy faces
fear of our bodies
fear of our visions
fear of our healing
fear of our love
fear of sisterkind
fear of brotherkind
fear of fear

love is healing
healing is love

There are Women everywhere with fragments
gather fragments
weave and mend
When we learn to come together we are whole
when we learn to recognize the enemy
we will know what we need to know
to learn how to come together
to learn how to weave and mend.

Old Woman is watching 
Watching over you
in the darkness of the storm
she is watching
watching over you

weave and mend
weave and mend
Old woman is watching
watching over you
with her bones become a loon she is weaving 
watching over us 
weave and mend 
golden circle
weave and mend 
sacred sisters
weave and mend 

I have been searching
lost alone
I have been searching
for so many years

I have been searching
Old Woman

and I find her
in
mySelf

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