I don't know when it happened. There was no warning, no big shock. Just one morning, my steps slowed down before, I did everything quickly, I walked quickly, I spoke quickly, I ate without really chewing. I was always a little early or a little late, but never really there. I filled my days like undersized suitcases, thinking that a life well-filled was a life well-lived. And then, one day, I started walking slower. At first, I grumbled. At my knees, at the stairs, at this damned, too-heavy bag that has been following me for years. Then, I started to look up, to see the flowers on the balconies, to notice the smell of warm bread when I pass by the bakery, to hear the wind in the trees. Before, I went through life like you go through a train station quickly, in a hurry, staring at the end of the corridor. Now... I take the time to say hello, to listen, to stop. I'm rediscovering public benches, the pleasure of watching people go by, without needing to catch up with them, to talk to them. I drink my coffee hot, not lukewarm, I let my thoughts infuse, like a herbal tea you don't want to waste. And you know what? It's not sad, slowing down is sweet, it's true, it's wise, it's accepting that not everything has to go fast to be important, it's understanding that the most precious moments are often the slowest. A look that lasts. A silence that isn't interrupted. A hand that is held longer. I walked fast all my life, thinking that was what it meant to move forward. But today, I know it's in slowness that you hear your own heart. And in that quiet beat I feel fully alive. And you who are reading these words are beautiful, you are beautiful in the way you slow down. In your gentleness. In your quiet breathing. Keep going.

source : @cheminer-poesie-cressant

la fleur : grossissement sur l’éphémère ; en arrière il y a sa trace dans l’air ; elle a convaincu sa couleur à couvrir une durée de plus

© Pierre Cressant

Pour ce début juin, un arc-en-ciel en drapeau de fleurs !

rouge : coquelicots à Fressain (Nord)

orangé : pavots de Californie à Bourg-le-Roi (Pays de Loire)

jaune : colza vers Bouillon (Wallonie - Belgique)

vert : euphorbes dans les jardins du Louvre-Lens

bleu : scilles dans la forêt de Hal, vers Bruxelles

Don’t mind the sloppy hand writing on this one

I don’t think I was gonna finish this one so I edited the shit out of it SHDBXB