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Merci mon amie Christiane ... pour ce joli partage !

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Merci mon amie Christiane  ...  pour ce joli partage !

MP3 additionnel  :  "La Ballade des Gens heureux" par Gérard Lenorman !

Chine : Festival de Sculptures sur Glace de Harbin !

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Chine : Festival de Sculptures sur Glace de Harbin !

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Festival de Sculpture sur Glace de Harbin en Chine ... 2017 !                                                                                                                        Festival des sculptures sur glace de Harbin

Pour le plaisir de partager ... avec vous !

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Adorable fillette et son chaton ...

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La pensée du jour ... mardi 24 janvier 2017 !

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La pensée du jour    ...  mardi 24 janvier 2017 !
« Si vous étiez vraiment attentif, vous sentiriez qu’avant chaque moment important de votre vie (une rencontre, un voyage, un travail, une décision à prendre), une voix intérieure vous conseille. Mais voilà, vous ne l’entendez pas et vous commettez des erreurs… Pourquoi n’avez-vous pas entendu ? Parce que seuls le bruit, le tapage attirent votre attention. Pour que vous entendiez l’être intérieur qui vous parle, il faudrait qu’il fasse beaucoup de bruit, mais comme il parle doucement… Sachez-le donc désormais : lorsque les êtres supérieurs parlent aux humains, ils ne disent que quelques mots et d’une voix presque imperceptible, un murmure, comme une brise légère, c’est à eux d’être attentifs.
Vous vous trouvez parfois dans des situations difficiles… Ne vous est-il jamais arrivé de vous dire : « Pourquoi je me suis laissé embarquer ?… Il y avait bien quelque chose, là, qui me mettait en garde, mais cette voix était si faible !… » Eh bien, tirez-en la conclusion : méfiez-vous à l’avenir des voix qui vous parlent beaucoup et très fort pour vous induire en erreur, et tâchez de mieux écouter la douce voix du Ciel qui veut vous éviter des souffrances inutiles. »

Omraam Mikhaël Aïvanhov

Images quelque peu insolites !

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Mettez de la couleur dans votre vie ...

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Si belle image : que j'ai envie de la partager avec vous !

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La Forêt de Brocéliande ... Le Val sans retour !

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La Forêt de Brocéliande   ...   Le Val sans retour  !

" La Forêt de Brocéliande " 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Création Création récente, la forêt de Brocéliande a été inventée de toutes pièces au centre de l’Armorique par Chrétien de Troyes au XIIème siècle, premier romancier de la littérature française.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Assimilée volontiers à la forêt de Paimpont, Brocéliande est maintenant le nom d’une communauté de communes.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           Pour découvrir les trésors de la forêt du roi Arthur, une halte dans ce musée imaginaire à ciel ouvert s’impose.

 

Le Val sans retour se rejoint en remontant le ruisseau qui alimente le Miroir aux fées. Vous entrez dans l’enfer où les chevaliers qui s’étaient montrés infidèles étaient condamnés à errer sans fin par la fée Morgane.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Vers la fin du XIXème siècle, en Europe occidentale, les milieux bourgeois s'entichèrent de l'époque médiévale. On se passionait pour l'héraldique, les cultures régionales s'affirmaient.
 
A Rennes, des cercles celtisants, plus romantiques que soucieux de vérité historique, décidèrent que Brocéliande ne pouvait être que la forêt de Paimpont.
 
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Les Rennais n'eurent pas peur des anachronismes : allées couvertes et autres dolmens se trouvèrent ainsi baptisés Maison de Viviane, Tombeau de Merlin, etc ...                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

Forêt de Brocéliande - Le tombeau du géant

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Le Tombeau du géant, pourtant singulier, ce site n’est pas entré dans la légende arthurienne de la forêt de Brocéliande.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                A l’origine, il s’agit d’un alignement néolithique fait de quatre menhirs qui ont été réutilisés à l’âge du Bronze pour former une sépulture.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

Forêt de Borcéliande - La fontaine de Barenton

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          La Fontaine de Barenton : c’est là que Merlin aurait rencontré Viviane. Un site de rencontre sulfureux auprès duquel certains forment des vœux …

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Les grosses bulles d’azote qui viennent de temps en temps crever à la surface de l’eau donnent au lieu un caractère étrange.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Et il paraît qu’en versant de cette eau sur le perron de la fontaine, on déclenche un orage ... Beaucoup s’y essaient !                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Le château de Trécesson se trouve entre la lisière sud-ouest de la forêt et le bourg de Campénéac (35).

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          S’il S'il n’entre pas non plus dans la liste des sites arthuriens de la forêt de Brocéliande, avec les tours qui flanquent son entrée fortifiée et ses hauts murs qui jaillissent de l’étang, le lieu ne manque pas de caractère, hanté paraît-il par la Dame blanche de Trécesson.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   De jour, les jardins du château sont ouverts à la visite.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               La Fontaine de jouvence, dont les eaux feraient gagner un an de vie à ceux qui en consomment.

Balade fantastique dans la forêt du Huelgoat !

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Balade fantastique dans la forêt du Huelgoat !

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  A proximité de Morlaix, dans le département du Finistère, la forêt du Huelgoat, aussi appelée la « Haute Forêt », est connue pour ses chaos rocheux aux dimensions imposantes. Elle est intimement liée aux légendes bretonnes.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Certains des sites font référence au roi Arthur, au diable, à la Vierge, et même à Gargantua. Elle est caractérisée par des amoncellements de gros rochers disposés de façon chaotique.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          La rivière d’Argent la traverse, ainsi nommée en raison des mines argentifères, exploitées localement jusqu’à la fin du XIXème siècle.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

Le moulin du Chaos
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Le moulin du Chaos, porte d’entrée du Huelgoat, la « haute forêt  ». Ici, la nature est enveloppante, elle capte les sens, procure une autre dimension à l’espace et à l’existence, narre la vie intime des fées, les aventures d’Arthur et de ses chevaliers  ...                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

La forêt de Huelgoat
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               Chaotique, Chaotique, la forêt du Huelgoat l’est toute sens dessus dessous, avec ses éboulis de boules de granit, aux dimensions impressionnantes. Un « sentier pittoresque  », aux allures de labyrinthe recouvert de mousses et de fougères, se faufile entre ces blocs.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         

Grosses boules de granit dans la forêt de Huelgoat
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Ce paysage de grosses boules de granit s’explique par un long et lent processus d’érosion.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          On raconte que ce serait Gargantua, mécontent de la pitance offerte par les autochtones, qui aurait accompli sa vengeance en bombardant la forêt de cailloux colossaux...                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           " Une légende bretonne de plus " !