Be there! 4 artists of fire! 
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
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Be there! 4 artists of fire!
Be there! 4 artists of fire! 
Friday, August 13, 2010
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Re (find) those we love
You remember the "holiday"? A friend told me this year that he remembered with nostalgia the days when we lost track of time, where Monday was Wednesday and Thursday was Sunday. Where you could play every day and at any time.
Since our departure, each week goes by amplifying the feeling of having solved the "holiday". The sun on tappe Betty reminds us that it's summer. The Oregonian coast beaches and California, we follow the past three weeks, are there to force us to win the day. Their waves lash us, we spray their cradle, their landscapes put us in a soothing and gentle trance.
Yet something was missing to be truly on vacation. We felt a trip, we lived the excitement of discovery. But the nonchalance that makes you whole, this whole being lazy makes you spend hours on the same seat, head in the shade, a cool drink at Sirotti, remained sidelined by any feeling guilt instilled by the conventions.
And then we've found, or found, friends and family. And the holiday began in earnest. Sheltered from the decision of the society towards lazy and sometimes surrounded by a stunning love, we have spent the last two weeks to let us carry through life so paisaible and contagious.
We can not do justice to these moments with a simple factual description. Touches of color on a table would be more appropriate. Or words thrown randomly on a sheet, to draw the contours of marriage to Tom (my brother) and Rachel, who was closely followed by the visit that we provide at this time to Eric, in Carlsbad, CA.
Words such as music, dance and laughter, and as far west, barn and square dance, like Lucky Luke, as if there was. Colors like pale green bridesmaids dresses, off-white tinged with dark blue of the dress of the bride who dance with her jeans underneath the skirt; feelings as consolation to find my parents at the other end of the world, or as a condition to meet people who you résonent without seeming to do and leave marks on your heart ephemeral and intense, the gestures as "hugs" in American where you feel your body against the other body which is moved too, or gestures like crying, joy, sorrow or emotion, depending on people and dependent moments. If a family consists of people who love each other, then our family has greatly expanded in meeting all these pure souls who have found themselves around the fire to celebrate love, just not nice goats and chickens a little crazy.
emails exchanged freely and intensely now between people who have crossed a few hours and that open their hearts to each other a great way to say thank you, thank you for these moments of oxygen, truth, purity. Nico and me during that time, digest this intensity in the shadow of the solar panels of the little house of Eric. The last few days have passed between DVD and pancakes, French toast, brownie ... The heart is also in the kitchen. Eric Papa took us to Legoland, the beach and the ice cream. Summer vacation? Yes, we remember very well.
You remember the "holiday"? A friend told me this year that he remembered with nostalgia the days when we lost track of time, where Monday was Wednesday and Thursday was Sunday. Where you could play every day and at any time.
Since our departure, each week goes by amplifying the feeling of having solved the "holiday". The sun on tappe Betty reminds us that it's summer. The Oregonian coast beaches and California, we follow the past three weeks, are there to force us to win the day. Their waves lash us, we spray their cradle, their landscapes put us in a soothing and gentle trance.
Yet something was missing to be truly on vacation. We felt a trip, we lived the excitement of discovery. But the nonchalance that makes you whole, this whole being lazy makes you spend hours on the same seat, head in the shade, a cool drink at Sirotti, remained sidelined by any feeling guilt instilled by the conventions.
And then we've found, or found, friends and family. And the holiday began in earnest. Sheltered from the decision of the society towards lazy and sometimes surrounded by a stunning love, we have spent the last two weeks to let us carry through life so paisaible and contagious.
We can not do justice to these moments with a simple factual description. Touches of color on a table would be more appropriate. Or words thrown randomly on a sheet, to draw the contours of marriage to Tom (my brother) and Rachel, who was closely followed by the visit that we provide at this time to Eric, in Carlsbad, CA.
Words such as music, dance and laughter, and as far west, barn and square dance, like Lucky Luke, as if there was. Colors like pale green bridesmaids dresses, off-white tinged with dark blue of the dress of the bride who dance with her jeans underneath the skirt; feelings as consolation to find my parents at the other end of the world, or as a condition to meet people who you résonent without seeming to do and leave marks on your heart ephemeral and intense, the gestures as "hugs" in American where you feel your body against the other body which is moved too, or gestures like crying, joy, sorrow or emotion, depending on people and dependent moments. If a family consists of people who love each other, then our family has greatly expanded in meeting all these pure souls who have found themselves around the fire to celebrate love, just not nice goats and chickens a little crazy.
emails exchanged freely and intensely now between people who have crossed a few hours and that open their hearts to each other a great way to say thank you, thank you for these moments of oxygen, truth, purity. Nico and me during that time, digest this intensity in the shadow of the solar panels of the little house of Eric. The last few days have passed between DVD and pancakes, French toast, brownie ... The heart is also in the kitchen. Eric Papa took us to Legoland, the beach and the ice cream. Summer vacation? Yes, we remember very well.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
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Letter No. 84 of Malawi Malawi
Lilongwe, August 1 2010
I fly tomorrow afternoon. Chéz I left early in the afternoon with a suitcase and a handbag. Beautiful memories with me, happy as the thought of seeing my parents, my family and my friends and my friends and fellow missionaries whose Hamel Hervé with whom I spent many happy years in Zaire-Congo and Julien Cormier was instrumental in my decision to become a Missionary of Africa.
- "Many rejoice in knowing that you'll soon be with them in Canada. But we mourn your departure and we pray for you to return to Malawi , "said my friend Dickson, Pentecostal pastor.
expressive as always, Dickson wanted to express his friendship by inviting me to his house.
- "The whole village regret your departure and chiefs have decided to induct head. There will now be a village that will be yours, your name, Mbewe in addition to receiving your new name. "
Phew! Me becoming a chef! I understand that this is an honorary title. I'm still touched by this mark of respect. Who would have thought that?
Ceremony took place Friday. About fifty people were waiting for me by wearing my picture. In the morning, Dickson came to decorate the car with ribbons and balloons. A little more and it was like a wedding. When I arrived at the village, the women sang a song of welcome and a small procession led us to the Dickson house where I had a meeting with other leaders. In due course, another procession led us instead of
a ceremony. A loincloth enveloped me from head to foot, guided by the hand by one of the leaders. The induction via becoming official public unveiling of the new leader by the withdrawal of Spain, the delivery a bracelet and a ring. In fact, it's a simple ceremony compared to usual practice at the coronation of "true leaders". Yes, it is rather symbolic, but also imbued with love.
- "Dear Mbewe, our village is fortunate to have seen you how simple
and c Ordiales with which you have lived among us. We are also pleased that e you are the head of this village from today. Get the name of Chimphopo. The people of this village, the elderly, Moms, dads and children are now the villagers of Mbewe. Chief Chimphopo, please convey our greetings to your brothers and sisters in their saying they now have a village in Malawi, which will open its doors at any time to accommodate them. Inform ez us about your arrival in Canada and God bless you. Thank you. Your villagers. "
My brothers John and Andrew were there. It spoke to me thank him and the entire village. He also urged all churches to work
st together to promote development in a spirit of caring and mutual respect in the name of Jesus.
Darkness heralding the end of the day reported the departure time. Malawi is and will remain the warm heart of Africa forever.
Father Serge St-Arneault M. Afr 
Lilongwe, August 1 2010 I fly tomorrow afternoon. Chéz I left early in the afternoon with a suitcase and a handbag. Beautiful memories with me, happy as the thought of seeing my parents, my family and my friends and my friends and fellow missionaries whose Hamel Hervé with whom I spent many happy years in Zaire-Congo and Julien Cormier was instrumental in my decision to become a Missionary of Africa.
- "Many rejoice in knowing that you'll soon be with them in Canada. But we mourn your departure and we pray for you to return to Malawi , "said my friend Dickson, Pentecostal pastor.
expressive as always, Dickson wanted to express his friendship by inviting me to his house.
- "The whole village regret your departure and chiefs have decided to induct head. There will now be a village that will be yours, your name, Mbewe in addition to receiving your new name. "
Phew! Me becoming a chef! I understand that this is an honorary title. I'm still touched by this mark of respect. Who would have thought that?
Ceremony took place Friday. About fifty people were waiting for me by wearing my picture. In the morning, Dickson came to decorate the car with ribbons and balloons. A little more and it was like a wedding. When I arrived at the village, the women sang a song of welcome and a small procession led us to the Dickson house where I had a meeting with other leaders. In due course, another procession led us instead of
a ceremony. A loincloth enveloped me from head to foot, guided by the hand by one of the leaders. The induction via becoming official public unveiling of the new leader by the withdrawal of Spain, the delivery a bracelet and a ring. In fact, it's a simple ceremony compared to usual practice at the coronation of "true leaders". Yes, it is rather symbolic, but also imbued with love. - "Dear Mbewe, our village is fortunate to have seen you how simple
and c Ordiales with which you have lived among us. We are also pleased that e you are the head of this village from today. Get the name of Chimphopo. The people of this village, the elderly, Moms, dads and children are now the villagers of Mbewe. Chief Chimphopo, please convey our greetings to your brothers and sisters in their saying they now have a village in Malawi, which will open its doors at any time to accommodate them. Inform ez us about your arrival in Canada and God bless you. Thank you. Your villagers. "My brothers John and Andrew were there. It spoke to me thank him and the entire village. He also urged all churches to work
st together to promote development in a spirit of caring and mutual respect in the name of Jesus. Darkness heralding the end of the day reported the departure time. Malawi is and will remain the warm heart of Africa forever.
Father Serge St-Arneault M. Afr
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