each day is a present

"the goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe, to match your nature with Nature"

 Joseph Campbell



Monday Oct 19
6:05 a.m.
The fear of abandonment (known in my childhood) comes back to titillate me against my will.
but at 54, are we as vulnerable as at 5?

At the age of 5, I needed a family to give me a sense of identity, I was afraid of the unknown that life represented.

At the age of 54, Journal after Journal, emotions flooding blank pages, I recounted, day by day, the track of an artist life, a creative gypsy, to arrive at the following conclusion: I am still alive.
Who I am is contained in a body of 48 kilos, with salt and pepper hair and glasses on the rim of my nose. And everything is serene around me despite my inner hurricanes.

Nothing has changed here in Anguilla, my corner of paradise has not been too affected by the overbuilding of tourism in the villages around me, far from the coastal side.

The fact that there are more trees than men on this island must surely be the reason I am still living here.

Magic awaits every day, in the hours of sunrise and sunset- when the light is the best to paint, take photographs, dream in the presence of a dear one, or simply be alone to absorb all this beauty: here is a present...