Charlotte Davies poem & Narration Shooting, Editing Video by Sebastien MONTAZ ROSSET, Music : ZIKALI
I lied to myself. I toed the line, but it wasn’t my line.
I played it safe, living in the city, but it was only a matter of time before my heart begs to exorcise the lie. surely the panic rising in the aftermath of that visit to the war museum. I remember that day like a dull pain. With mostly—if not only—the combination of the truth that what I wanted, what I needed WAS
The MOON & THE WIND & THE SHORE & the OCEAN &
The MOUNTAINS & the Warm ROCKS
The heat and the softness of the SUNSHINE
The peace & the rawness of the storms & the COLD.
The MOTION & the rhythm & the ebb & the FLOW Of the TIDES &the WIND
Of this glorious weather all around
This was my LINE, THIS IS MY LINE, THAT’S KEEPS ME WHOLE, THAT’S KEEPS ME ROOTED, THAT GIVES ME FAITH
This NATURE FRAMES My WORLD…. It’s a leitmotiv, a compass, an Anchor, a constant COMPANION, A steady HAND
I cannot deny it must be shared with those I love… through mutual touch, like a common DNA, like blood flowing from the top of the MOUNTAIN, downstream along the valleys, down the stream, along the valley