Je suis une montagne
What if, instead of stubbornly keeping nature at a distance, we ranged ourselves alongside her? What if, for once, we crossed the boundary between nature and ourselves? What if we became attentive to all that life we don't see, that we no longer see? To feel the caress of the wind, the coming of the rain, the brightness of the light, the smells of the earth and its muffled rumblings. Guessing, in our entrails, the geological veins and underground waters. Capture the tiny and huge stirrings of creation. Hear the gentle night marching on. Let time flow. Counting in millennia. A subtle, playful experience, perceived from long armchairs suspended a few decimeters above the ground. Another point of view on things, another way of feeling the world.
