{"id":1942,"date":"2011-05-21T10:15:14","date_gmt":"2011-05-21T08:15:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/aclochepied.com\/blog\/?p=1942"},"modified":"2012-11-03T17:00:00","modified_gmt":"2012-11-03T15:00:00","slug":"le-fil","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.aclochepied.com\/blog\/?p=1942","title":{"rendered":"Le Fil"},"content":{"rendered":"

Le\u00a0tre Parche\u00a0 Bernado Strozzi<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0Matin<\/p>\n

Coup de fil<\/p>\n

Coup de tabac<\/p>\n

Coup dur<\/p>\n

Mon corps se vo\u00fbte, s’incline.<\/p>\n

Je suis abattue.<\/p>\n

Mon regard se tourne vers la terre.<\/p>\n

La tristesse se r\u00e9pand .<\/p>\n

\u00a0Soir<\/p>\n

Je me redresse et je continue mon chemin sur un fil…<\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0Fil d’araign\u00e9e.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Araign\u00e9e du matin: chagrin<\/em><\/p>\n

Araign\u00e9e du midi : souci<\/em><\/p>\n

Araign\u00e9e du soir: espoir.<\/em><\/p>\n

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La mortelle Arachn\u00e9e, tisserande experte, artiste dans l’\u00e2me, s’est mesur\u00e9e \u00e0 Ath\u00e9na,<\/p>\n

\u00a0d\u00e9esse de la sagesse, de la guerre et tisseuse divine.<\/p>\n

Un d\u00e9fi o\u00f9 les deux femmes se lancent dans la confection d’une tapisserie.<\/p>\n

L’oeuvre de la mortelle est divinement belle.<\/p>\n

Ath\u00e9na ne peut retenir sa col\u00e8re, elle d\u00e9chire la toile de sa rivale.<\/p>\n

Arachn\u00e9e, mortifi\u00e9e, se pend.<\/p>\n

Quelques instants plus tard, Ath\u00e9na, prise de remords, d\u00e9fait le noeud coulant et Arachn\u00e9e devient araign\u00e9e.<\/p>\n

Infatigable tisserande.<\/p>\n

Au coeur de nos maisons, elle nous rend visite. Souvent nous la chassons \u00e0 grands coups de balai.<\/p>\n

Nous oublions ce qu’elle a \u00e9t\u00e9: une femme courageuse qui a os\u00e9 affronter les Dieux de l’Olympe.<\/p>\n

Sa toile est un magnifique mandala . Une perle de ros\u00e9e brille et nous enseigne l’\u00e9ph\u00e9m\u00e8re beaut\u00e9.\"\"<\/p>\n

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De fil en aiguille,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0Les trois Parques nous conduisent de la naissance \u00e0 la mort. La bobine du temps se d\u00e9roule inexorablement.<\/p>\n

Pouvons-nous choisir notre fil, sa texture, sa couleur, sa solidit\u00e9. C’est elle, Atropos ou Morta pour les latins, qui avec sa paire de ciseaux mettra un terme \u00e0 notre parcours.<\/p>\n

Parfois, le fil s’embrouille, le noeud appara\u00eet: rien ne sert de tirer dessus, de s’\u00e9nerver, de s’obstiner. Patience, observation et le fil se d\u00e9sentortille, se d\u00e9noue.<\/p>\n

Nous sommes sans doute des marionnettes manipul\u00e9es par nos propres peurs, par des m\u00e9moires anciennes.<\/p>\n

Alors, larguons les amarres, \u00e9vadons-nous, tel Pinocchio faisons l’\u00e9cole buissonni\u00e8re. Marchons droit, \u00e0 la recherche de l’\u00e9quilibre tel le funambule sur son fil.<\/p>\n

Aurons-nous le courage d’affronter le Minotaure , cach\u00e9 dans le labyrinthe? Oui, oui ! Le fil d’Ariane viendra nous secourir et nous guider.<\/p>\n

Marchons droit.\u00a0\u00bbTomber 7 fois, se relever 8 fois.\u00a0\u00bb<\/p>\n

En suivant le fil de mes pens\u00e9es, et des v\u00f4tres, un tapis se cr\u00e9e. Tapis volant, tapis magique, tapis de la relation.<\/p>\n

Cr\u00e9ons du lien: liens sociaux, familiaux et amicaux voil\u00e0 la v\u00e9ritable religion.\u00a0\u00a0Tout en restant connect\u00e9 avec la nature\u00a0et\u00a0\u00a0le silence\u00a0de nos solitudes.<\/p>\n

\u00a0La parole, souffle de vie,<\/p>\n

Ma parole tisse un cocon de soie, de Soi, o\u00f9 je me reconnais, o\u00f9 je nais \u00e0 chaque mot.<\/p>\n

Un peu plus, un peu moins…Chaque jour…<\/p>\n

Un jour peut \u00eatre un papillon de lumi\u00e8re .\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n

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