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For all survivor woman and man; Be good, be you, be strong! Always!

 There are moments in life, that will define you for the rest of your life. Moments you've been preparing for without event knowing about it. My first moment, was when I was 3 years of age, a beautiful little blond brunette, with hazenut eyes, my hair about shoulder lenght and a nice square bang like it was proper in the day. I remember a picture of me, when I was about 3.5 years old, with my orange headphones on my ears and my yellow-orange walkman in my hands, in my I believe if I remember correctly, by brown jump suit. I was smiling so much, because I think it was the first time I was listening to my own choice of music. Since that day, music has become my refuge. From my first guitar, given to me by my aunt when I was 13 years old, to the jazz ensemble I was part of in highschool. Music was were I felt I belond, and where I had a place. I was rejected in junior high by my friends, when other kids from another school merged with us. I was the black swan, the A+ grade...
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Dreams & Visions

 If you are living in a field of dreams, you are not yet living it. To live your dream, you need to get out of the field. If you stay in the field, you'll have the realization one day, you will have spent too many days laying on your back, hoping to fin the answers in the sky. The sky will only reflect back to you, your desires, your needs, your dreams, in a much dreamier form. In order for you to reach for the sky, you need to stand, walk and start the climb! Live on! Dream On! 
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La chatte bottée et la souris grande

 C'était à la fin d'une longue journée de travail. La chatte bottée, sortant de la maison avec sa compagne la labrador aux cheveux bruns dorées. Lorsqu'elle sortie de la maison, elles croisaient une souris très grande. Tellement grande qu'elles se demandèrent si c'était vraiment une souris.  Lorsque la souris parte à courir vers la direction opposée, la chatte remarqua alors la grande queue qui pendait derrière le pantalon de la souris. La chatte bottée souris car elle se souvient que Louis la souris, étant d'un âge plus avancé que la sienne, et portait parfois ses pantalons à l'envers. La chatte bottée décida de ne pas rien dire à Louis la souris, car celui-ci retourna sur ses pas et rentra aussitôt à la maison. Suite à ce moment impromptu, la chatte et la labrador dorée, continuèrent vers le paradis des chiens.  La chatte bottée n'avait pas peur des chiens, malgré ses airs de félin, son agilité et son intelligence, elle recherchait la compagnie de créa...
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Plus grande fan

Les plus grands fans, ce ne sont pas ceux qui t’attendent pour célébrer seulement les bons moments.  Les plus grands fans, ce sont les personnes qui sont dans ton coin, peut importe les circonstances, peut importe les défaites ou les obstacles. Les plus grands fans, ce sont ceux qui, même lorsqu’on ne croit plus en notre propre magie, sont la pour pour rappeler que même si on a du mettre un genou à terre, qu’un jour la vie sera à nouveau merveilleuse.  Les plus grand fans, ce sont les personnes qui t’aime, et qui te le dise avec leur façon d’être là toujours, sans compromit, sans artéfices.  Les plus grands fans, ils te voient, avec toute ton âme et ta bienveillance.  —— Souhait de fête 2023 à ma plus grande fan! Véro xox 
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Rose Coloured Glasses

If you’ve been through life, even for a short period of time, you’ve experienced. You’ve experienced life, through some ups and downs, through some loses and wins, through sunny days and cloudy ones, and certainly some « fuck’d’ » up shit.  If’ve you’ve been lucky enough to get through your childhood, and experience life without the rose coloured glasses of your youthfully eyes, you know that life comes in different shades, as different time of your life. Today, I’d like to talk to you about the different shades of glasses I’ve been through. First, however, let’s start by putting on our youthfully rose coloured glasses. — Imagine yourself. Close your eyes, and get back to you foundness childhood memories. For me, it takes me back to the Christmas parties at my maternal grand mother’s house. The smell of meat pies, mashed potatoes, Ma tante Mariette’s spray net, Mon oncle Claude’s huge and warm laugh, my mom’s uncontrollable and loud laughter, Mèmère’s chirps at every body, especial...
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Little Bundle

 So much love to give,      Heatt is so big, it’s over flowing. Attraction is strong,      Towards the vibration,          Towards the energy. The womb is wanting more,     The womb is pulling,          Pulling towards the way,               The way to more love, To more compassion,     Towards more unconditionnal love. I see it now, where it comes from,     It’s not coming from me, it’s coing to  me. I am done running away,     It will run towards me,          This little bundle of joy. 
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The power of pose and visions

 I went to my hot yoga classe last night, knowing I was going to shed and cry.  I think I sat for 40 minutes of the class. I had so many visions; I said goodbye to the young version of me, thanking her but knowing I didn’t need her any more. My deceased godfather came to see me and gave me a thumb’s up with a huge smile. I felt my armour come down and felt wings in my back spreading themselves so wide! I forgave my young self for having been so hard on me but thanked her for having built in me so much strength and force. As I opened my eyes and gazed towards the window outside, this little girl was peaking inside, trailing her family. She stopped and gave me a huge smile before she ran away towards them!
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