{"id":686,"date":"2019-06-14T14:58:08","date_gmt":"2019-06-14T13:58:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.centchemins.fr\/?p=686"},"modified":"2019-11-30T21:44:34","modified_gmt":"2019-11-30T20:44:34","slug":"regarde-en-haut","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.centchemins.fr\/?p=686","title":{"rendered":"Regarde en Haut !"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p align=\"justify\"><span style=\"font-family: Cambria, serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Nous longeons pr\u00e9cipices sur pr\u00e9cipices, sachant qu\u2019il faudra faire le voyage du retour par le m\u00eame chemin.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\"><span style=\"font-family: Cambria, serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Mon plexus se serre, mes jointures blanchissent sur la poign\u00e9e de la porte de la voiture qui nous conduit au sommet des calanches de Piana, en Corse.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\"><span style=\"font-family: Cambria, serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Mon c\u0153ur se soul\u00e8ve, une abondante transpiration m\u2019indique mon \u00e9chelle de stress au plus haut point.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\"><span style=\"font-family: Cambria, serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Puis nous atteignons enfin le petit port de Porto, point z\u00e9ro au bord de la mer (m\u00e8re accueillante et paisible qui nous attend dans ses bras de douceur), eaux turquoises et bleu de France, falaises rouges, voiles blanches, havre de qui\u00e9tude pour vingt-quatre heures.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\"><span style=\"font-family: Cambria, serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Mon stresse retombe. Reste un petit pois au creux de mon plexus, car mes pens\u00e9es me projettent dans l\u2019obligation de refaire le chemin inverse.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\"><span style=\"font-family: Cambria, serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Mon Jiminy Cricket me conseille&nbsp;: \u00ab&nbsp;Le moment est parfait&nbsp;\u00bb, vis l\u2019instant pr\u00e9sent, ne laisse pas ta pens\u00e9e te conduire sur la route du retour. Respire, observe, \u00e9coute, sens, ressens&nbsp;!<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\"><span style=\"font-family: Cambria, serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Un petit coin de paradis comme on en trouve par milliers, quand nous sommes lib\u00e9r\u00e9s de toute projection.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\"><span style=\"font-family: Cambria, serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Le temps de reprendre pied \u2026 il faut repartir.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\"><span style=\"font-family: Cambria, serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Une petite voix encore, peut-\u00eatre Jiminy Cricket si sage, me chante de fa\u00e7on insistante ce mantra depuis mon r\u00e9veil&nbsp;: \u00ab&nbsp;Regarde en Haut&nbsp;! Regarde en Haut&nbsp;! Regarde en Haut&nbsp;!&nbsp;\u00bb<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\"><span style=\"font-family: Cambria, serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Pas une seule fois, mes yeux ne plongent dans les ravins. Je regarde devant et En-Haut.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\"><span style=\"font-family: Cambria, serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Riv\u00e9s au sommet qui nous tire et nous appelle, notre route ressemble \u00e0 la Vie.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\"><span style=\"font-family: Cambria, serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">A quoi bon s\u2019appesantir sur nos failles, nos blessures, sur ce gouffre impraticable qui est notre pass\u00e9, proche ou lointain&nbsp;?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\"><span style=\"font-family: Cambria, serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Regarder en Haut, devant, monter son regard, son coeur, son \u00e2me, ses vibrations vers le Tr\u00e8s-Haut, qu\u2019Il soit Sommet ou Conscience.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\"><span style=\"font-family: Cambria, serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Tout est transitoire, rien n\u2019est d\u00e9finitif, tout est impermanence.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\"><span style=\"font-family: Cambria, serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Mon corps apais\u00e9 me remercie, mes pens\u00e9es musel\u00e9es se taisent, ma route retrouve son niveau de confort. Je souris de toutes mes cellules&nbsp;<span style=\"font-family: Wingdings;\">\uf04a<\/span>.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\"><span style=\"font-family: Cambria, serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Tous nos chemins sont faits de bas et de hauts. Rien n\u2019est immuable. Seul notre mental \u00e0 notre service, et non l\u2019inverse, nous aide \u00e0 fixer notre attention devant.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\"><span style=\"font-family: Cambria, serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">\u00ab&nbsp;Regarde en Haut&nbsp;!&nbsp;\u00bb<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\"><span style=\"font-family: Cambria, serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Quelle que soit la tournure que prend notre chemin, nous pouvons lever les yeux et fixer nos pens\u00e9es \u00ab&nbsp;En-Haut&nbsp;\u00bb.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\"><span style=\"font-family: Cambria, serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><i>N<\/i><i>amast\u00e9&nbsp;&nbsp; &#8211;&nbsp;&nbsp; <\/i><\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: Cambria, serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Claudine <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\"><br><br><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Nous longeons pr\u00e9cipices sur pr\u00e9cipices, sachant qu\u2019il faudra faire le voyage du retour par le m\u00eame chemin. Mon plexus se serre, mes jointures blanchissent sur la poign\u00e9e de la porte de la voiture qui nous conduit au sommet des calanches de Piana, en Corse. Mon c\u0153ur se soul\u00e8ve, une abondante transpiration m\u2019indique mon \u00e9chelle de [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-686","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-non-classe"],"views":745,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.centchemins.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/686","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.centchemins.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.centchemins.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.centchemins.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.centchemins.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=686"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.centchemins.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/686\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":689,"href":"https:\/\/www.centchemins.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/686\/revisions\/689"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.centchemins.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=686"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.centchemins.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=686"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.centchemins.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=686"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}