I leave Friday in the rain. After two slow motion weeks, I explore a bit more of my mysterious island. My compass shows me the North and my heart follows, stopping for the night at Courtenay. The little town is dressed up like Christmas, streets are celebrating and I linger in the Cornerstone Taphouse’s dim … More Untold
To my parents. To Nathalie. To Jean. To Christian. Life is like a garden… It starts with fresh grass, untouched and green. Actually, it even starts before that! It starts in the depth, it starts in darkness. It starts when your roots intertwine, when mum meets dad, when grandma meets grandpa. When all those strings … More Life is like a garden
To Sara, Lola, Mathilde and Gaspard. Yesterday, as I was watching Kieran, my current 25 years-old workaway host, starting his big once in a lifetime project, I thought about my own 25 years-old once in a lifetime project. And with almost maternal instincts (I know it is weird especially since I am only five years … More Wild Grass
There is nothing like hazy sun rise or pinkish moon sets on Cowichan Bay. Nothing like to feel on the right place on Earth and explore for three days. I thus drive towards the Strait of Juan de Fucca, the road is magically hazy on Saanich inlet, on the other side hills. The American continent … More Evanescent Memories
I can finally escape those mountains that got to vicously suffocate me…. I leave in the same fog that welcame me in Yoho three days ago, only I am riding the towing truck this time. I thus land in Golden where we – my car and I – are saved from our end. It is … More Trans-Canadian: Freeze frame to fast forward
I mistakened my time zone yesterday! Because Canada thinks such in a weird way: they change time when I am not aware and they stay in the same even if I change province… Thus, Yoho and Kootenay, BC, are on Rocky time and I am one hour late when I wake up. But I slept … More Trans-Canadian: The green fairy
As my candles has just blown a new decade, my thirty-years-old heart follows its own fate, my wandering soul regrets to leave comforting the Black Cat Guest Ranch; I enable a bigger step than the moment. I slowly hit the road for a week to reach Vancouver Island’s soft atmosphere, half rushed because late on … More Trans-Canadian: H2 Ode
Back at the Black Cat Guest Ranch for work, hours are spent washing dishes and getting ready for MY big day… You always make assessment about your life before significant changes, you question both your past and your future, you spend your present fixing your past and building your future. Significant events always make you … More A special day
Morning starts its day on our way to Jasper, sprinkled with hungry mountain goats and majestic elks, in order to send my correspondences and find my amethyst. Then, with the new travel companion I met at the Black Cat Guest Ranch, Anja, we head to Lake Maligne, to put our snowed steps into my fiend … More Perfect getaway
When morning rises, I discover the surrounding giant scenery for my next ten days. I gaze at mountains around this ranch, similar to Montana, similar to The horse Whisperer. The Black Cat Guest House. The place is made to welcome my heart and my delayed posts, I definitely miss my own black cat to improve … More New beginning?
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 