And a good night to all.

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Cheers

So it’s my birthday…

Happy birthday.

Cake, friends, music, the entire band in the pub singing to me happy bday, what a blast …

Good night

It’s also the time to reflect : I am a published author, a poetry prize award winner, a creator.

I write fiction ans non fiction, I have been a contributor to an online newspaper, and to the newsletter of an Expat Organisation for 7 yrs. I am currently writing a story set mostly in a submarine, in a dystopian society/world ( began in 2018) . I have also begun a piece, in regards to the childhood family home (a big house) and the ordeals of having to maintain such a property, using the comedic/parody genre. My sister laughed many times ( good, I’m on doing a good job, then). One thing leadig to another, I have begun the biography of my 2nd great grand father Joseph G=irard, who purchased the house and vineyards (among other estate), and who incidentally, was the man who obtained the 1st wine AOC ( Protection of the name and region for wines), He was a childhood best friend of both my geat grand fathers, ( paternal and maternal sides ) since they were 6. He later married my greant grand father’s widow ( the mother of my grand father Georges), thus entering legally and irrevocaby in our family line, and making my grand-father Georges (and his brother Jean) not just his stepsons , but his spiritual sons, and fully, legally, his heirs. The children of Jean and Georges are (and we, the grand kids) are his heirs and legatees too. My grand father lived up to the Legacy of Joseph, keeping the house and teh vineyard, so did my mother. I have been harvesting the graoes in my great grand father’s vineyards since I was 7, along with the whole family, until the vineyards were sold in 2015 (alas). The man Joseph was astonishing , had a formidable capacity of work, published many books, delivered cpuntless conferences and was a professor at the prestigious Sciences Politiques Institute (among other work occupations). So yes, I decided to pay a tribute to the man, and to write his bio, based on what my grand parents and my mom and other family memebers have told me and shared about him, alonog wth letters, photographs and a spectacular bust of him, in bronze, and as there are so many family archives and personnal papers and letters attesting of his extraordinary life. The 1ooth anniversary of the 1st wine AOC of France is also something to prepare in order to properly celebrate. We have to get ready within the next decade, and celebrate, just as we had celebrated the 50th in 1986, with my grandfather and the family.

Update : a bio is quite exhausting to write, and when the loss of a dear one affects you more than you think, and the loss of a childhood house in harrowing conditions is devastating, then writing is severely crippled.

to be contnued…

How many of us are having this peculiar feeling that there’s a perfect turmoil looming over us?

Lockdowns, lockdowns, empty cities, empty streets, curfews, empty sies, no travel, remote schooling and working, social distancing, masks, more virus mutation, more lockdowns, more climate turmoil, depletion of resources, the rise of depression, lack of energy, sugar addictions, tv addiction, social media (nothing social in them) addiction…

Climate patterns took leave of their predictable behaviours, super rich people build rockets, polarisations divide citizens in radical ways, the virus which must still remain unnamed on the internet is mutating, defying human frustration and need of control (the latter being different within each person, the former being increased by the said need of control), a nerd uncomfortable with social interactions (but a billionnaire nonetheless) exulting in creating a virtual world he hopes everybody will gleefully join (there’s nothing weirder than being more excited to not meet friends in real life and not experiencing things that makes humans human, maybe he’s a robot, as he suggested as per a recent speech slippage during a conference), recently discovered artefacts and cities that clearly show human high tech and advanced civilisations largely predates the admitted / mainstream academia of historians or archeologists, thus reshuffling the cards of our evolutionary steps as a collective, and bestowing new questions and no satisfying answers (think Disk of Sabu for instance, or Göbekli Tepe), webs of lies (from “celebs” or politicians, journalists, presidents even, or 15 min stars, Warhol-style) being told, then spotted, fact-checked and documented but nothing being done about it, and Alexa going mute when asked if she works for the CIA or the government (try it, if you have the house elf of said name, its weirdly funny but slightly worrying)…

So many questions. So many doubts… Are these things real, or manufactured to feed a narrative that eludes us?

It seems that more and more ask: Quid Bono? Who profits from this?

And so, rightfully, we can ask ourselves : What’s going on?

And what about the massive rise of consciousness, sense of spiritual self, and personal growth that are inversely proportioned to the “old systems” that we know ( and have experienced) to be unsustainable in the long term?

It seems a new era is opening up, and the old paradigm is fighting to justify its (dying) existence.

Time to reconnect with ourselves, I suppose after distractions were given a free rein for too long…Time to rediscover our spiritual, emotional layers hiding within our souls, and probably make peace with the part of our being that we forgot or were told is not existing or is not real, or worth acknowledging. As this year draws to an end, I am engulfed in reflecting more intensely on those past 2 years, I sailed through so many personal turmoils and losses, that my sense of self, purpose, life path even have been dramatically challenged and my inner world turned upside down. Possibly also because I’m soon to change decade. I have all those writing projects that need completion, Deep Waters, first, then another one about more personal family matters (in a pastiche/ non-sensical humor style a la Monty Python), then Mallory, and an art project…

The resurgence of the creative flow in myself is irresistible, its commandeering urge to translate into something tangible is not to be questioned, and man, does it feel good, after too long of lulling it back into the dark realm of doubt and undreamt dreams.

I’m back on track, wish me luck.