Sachant j’appartiens (Knowing I belong)

“Home is not where you live but where they understand you.”

–  Christian Morgenstern

“You need a village, if only for the pleasure of leaving it. A village means that you are not alone, knowing that in the people, the trees, the earth, there is something  that belongs to you, waiting for you when you are not there.”   –  Casare Pavese

Sachant j’appartiens

Joyeux anniversaire

Yes! Today is the day

Anniversaire

Of my birth

Or re-birth

For those who

Cannot comprehend

When LIVING

Began

Yes. There were

All those decades

In captivity

Ces états fracturée appelé

Amérique

It may work for some

But my internal compass

My north star

Was always Europe

Arriving in France

Pieces became accessible

The puzzle came together

Coming home

Knowing it was home

Before ever arriving

Mon village dans

Le Corbières

Depuis ce premier jour Jeanne prend mon bras,

Guiding my way

The welcome mat

Was waiting

*

Bisous,

Léa

Le Rêve

“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest.”  – Oscar Wilde

“All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.”  – T. E. Lawrence

“The most pitiful among men is he who turns his dreams into silver and gold.”  – Khalil Gibran

le rêve

what is?

what was

the dream?

did it look

feel

taste

like this?

was it here?

were these people

in the dream?

since earliest

childhood

i knew that i

needed to leave

needed out

escape?

NO, to be where

i BELONGED

for the very

first time

along the way

there was some travel

and existing in other states

california, new york even

the mid-west

summers in

canada

seattle and more

none of them were

home

later travels

to england

holland, belgium

thailand, vietnam

each filled with

delight and

wonder

albeit

lacking

throughout this

journey my

internal compass

drew me to

europe

was it because

roots were there

yet there never were

any roots

until

i came to

FRANCE

finding home

belonging

despite fledgling

tongue

a knowing

before i

arrived

coming home

dreams can

and do

come

true

*

bisous,

léa