For the first time, stepping stones appeared before my eyes. Each one would allow me to step forward.
25 years through the kaleidoscope, with their moments of pleasure, smiles, tears, fears and hopes.
Geopoetics in motion
With Kenneth White in mind, he in Britanny and I, in Scotland, one could evoke a chassé croisé… As life wanderings take us on extraordinary journeys, only death can curtail. For it is the journey that matters (and not the destination.)
There are more adventures to be unveiled. So many archipelagos 🙂
Cheers, Slainte, Santé! …Because I believe in life before death; and I trust my angels.