Singing on sand — 2016/05/13

Two and a half years of singing, guided by a teacher, surrounded by life, sometimes sitting at my piano, pushing notes, liberating this chakra or that other one. Fifty-seven years pushing my breathing out of myself, surrounded by humans, machines, progress.


The Elf of Saint-Esprit — 2011/12/21

She welcomes you with a beautiful kindness at the church door and climbs sharply in front of you to the organ perched very high, at the second rood chamber. She sits in front of the Casavant, rummages through his many papers, makes jokes, adjusts his flowery scarf.