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Italie : La Côte Amalfitaine dans la province de Salerne !

Publié à 15:48 par yvonne92110 Tags : lieux à découvrir la cote amalfitaine province salerne
Italie  : La Côte Amalfitaine dans la province de Salerne !
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            La Côte Amalfitaine en Italie, se trouve dans la province de Salerne et commence tout de suite après la péninsule de Sorrente.
 
Elle s'étend de Positano, à l'ouest, à Vietri sul Mare, à l'est, sur environ 25 km de côte dans le golfe de Salerne.
 Adresse : Parco Regionale dei Monti Lattari, 84011 Amalfi SA, Italie.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Province Province de Salerne.

Horaires : 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               Se penchant sur la Mer Méditerranée, la Côte Amalfitaine s’étend dans le Golfe de Salerne avec ses lieux les plus connus  : Positano, Ravello et, bien sûr, Amalfi.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    La route découle tortueuse, comme un balcon suspendu entre la mer bleu cobalt et les pentes des monts Lattari, dans un enchaînement de vallées et promontoires, entre calanques, plages et terrasses cultivées d’agrumes, vignobles et oliveraies.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Un lieu unique, inscrit au Patrimoine Mondial de l’Humanité UNESCO. Notre voyage commence à Salerno, splendide petite ville qui surgit dans le golfe de la mer Tyrrhénienne, entre la Côte amalfitaine et la plaine du Sele et le Cilento (au sud) dans le point où la vallée de l’Irno s’ouvre vers la mer...

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         On peut en avoir un aperçu en faisant une promenade sur le lungomare Trieste (promenade au bord de la mer) et une visite au château médiéval d’Arechi, dominant Salerno.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         A trois kilomètres à l’ouest, la côte abrite le village de Vietri sul Mare et son centre habité, tandis que sa zone maritime affleure au fil de l’eau. 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Ce splendide village est la "capitale" de la faïence. Ce n’est pas un hasard si la coupole de l’église de Saint Jean-Baptiste et la façade de l’Archiconfrérie de l’Annunziata et du Rosario sont recouvertes de ces magnifiques céramiques multicolores.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Les petits bourgs de pêcheurs de Cetara et Maiori, deux centres balnéaires parrmi les plus fréquentés pour leurs plages de sable fin, possèdent aussi leurs églises  - respectivement celle de San Pietro et celle de Santa Maria a Mare  - et leurs coupoles revêtues de carreaux céramiques en faïence. 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Mais avant d’arriver à Maiori, Capo d’Orso est certainement un lieu extraordinaire du point de vue panoramique. L'abbaye Santa Maria d' Olearia, creusée dans la roche est absolument à visiter.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     De Maiori il est possible d’entamer un chemin traversant la partie intérieur des terres pour atteindre Tramonti, la terre des maîtres pizzaïolos.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Si au contraire on décide de poursuivre le long de la côte, on arrive à Minori, la petite commune considérée comme l’Eden de la Côte pour son climat tempéré et ventilé.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           La commune d’Atrani, loin du tourisme de masse, conserve toute son authenticité maritime.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           On poursuit vers Ravello, hissé à 350 mètres d’altitude, l'un des petits bijoux de la Côte pour l’élégance de ses villas  ...

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Les jardins et les belvédères de Villa Rufolo et de Villa Cimbrone, s’ouvrent sur des panoramas époustouflants.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  En descendant on tombe sur Amalfi, ancienne République Maritime qui donne le nom à la Côte (amalfitaine).

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     C'est aussi l'occasion de visiter le dôme de Saint André Apôtre, en style arabo-sicilien, reconstruit avec des allures baroques pendant le XVIIIème siècle, avec son beau perron et son merveilleux cloître.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Après avoir traversé la charmante commune de Praiano, on arrive à Positano, lieu de vacances déjà à l’époque romaine, avec ses maisons blanches qui donnent sur la mer, regroupées autour de l’église de Santa Maria Assunta, surmontée d’une coupole en faïences.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Les ruelles typiques sont remplies de petites boutiques où il est possible d’acheter les produits de l’artisanat local. En descendant les nombreux petits escaliers,  vous pourrez atteindre les plages. 
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           Parmi les plages  :

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          La Spiaggia Grande (Grande Plage) et celle de Fornillo accessibles à pied, ou encore La Porta, l’Arienzo et San Pietro Laurito accessibles par la mer.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        La route pour Sorrente s’engage dans les terres jusqu’à Sainte Agathe sur les Deux Golfes (celui de Naples et celui de Salerne). 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Enfin Sorrente, la ville des jardins d’agrumes embrasse le golfe de Naples, point de départ idéal pour une excursion à Capri, IschiaNaplesHerculanum et Pompéi

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Son centre s’étend harmonieusement au dessus d’une terrasse de tuf en surplomb de 50 mètres de la mer, au milieu d’une végétation luxuriante.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Dans le centre historique entouré d’enceintes du XVIème siècle, on peut encore remarquer d’anciennes traces d’origine romaine.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Le dôme a été réédifié au cours du XVème siècle, avec une façade néogothique et l’église de Saint-François d’Assise inclut un remarquable petit cloître du XIV siècle avec une arcade en style arabique.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Ne manquez surtout pas une visite au musée Correale, une promenade au parc qui offre une magnifique vue sur le golfe et une excursion à la Punta del Capo, où se trouvent les vestiges romaines de la villa de Pollio Felice (Ier siècle ap. J.-C.).

                                                                                                                                                                                 Les hameaux de Nerano, Marina del Cantone et la fameuse aire naturelle Baia di Ieranto qui, tout en faisant partie de la commune de Massa Lubrense sur la côte de Sorrente  ...

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Elles donnent sur le Golfe de Salerne et sont considérés comme certaines des localité balnéaires les plus renommées de la Côte amalfitaine. 
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         En particulier, la Baia di Ieranto est un vrai paradis naturel où l’accès est interdit à toutes les embarcations à moteur. La Baie est joignable à travers un petit chemin qui part de Nerano. 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Un itinéraire moins connu mais tout autant remarquable c'est la réserve naturelle de la Vallée des Moulins (ou des Fonderies), à peine en dehors d’Amalfi.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         L' ancienne usine à papier du XIVème siècle abrite le Musée du papier d' Amalfi. Déjà à partir du XIIème siècle les amalfitains ont appris des arabes à travailler le papier, et ont obtenu en peu de temps, le monopole européen de production.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Encore aujourd’hui le papier d’Amalfi est renommé et exporté à l’Etranger.    

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Artistes & Personnages Célèbres, amateurs de la Côte Amalfitaine :

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             A Positano se sont promenés Pablo Picasso et Luigi Pirandello, Roberto Rossellini, Vittorio De Sica et Elizabeth Taylor. Rudolph Noureev avait acheté les rochers Li Galli en faisant de la villa du chorégraphe Leonida Massine, son propre refuge.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               Dans le golfe de Furore, l’actrice Anna Magnani possédait une maison. Goethe décrit la Côte comme enchantée.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           Giovanni Boccaccio l’immortalisa dans le Décaméron, Richard Wagner et Edvard Grieg composèrent le Parsifal et le Peer Gynt à Ravello, où ont séjourné aussi Greta Garbo, Henrik Ibsen, Joan Mirò, William Turner, Edward M. Forster, Virginia Wolf, David Herbert Lawrence, Graham Greene, André Gide, Gore Vidal, Arturo Toscanini, Leonard Bernstein et Mstislav Rostropovich.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Il y a aussi la plage de Conca dei Marini, aimée par les Kennedy, Aristote Onassis, Sofia Loren, Gianni Agnelli et Caroline de Monaco. 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Sorrente, déjà en 1800 étape du Grand Tour, a accueilli Lord Byron, John Keates, Walter Scott, Charles Dickens et le ténor napolitain Enrico Caruso.    

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    (Source Wikipédia)

La pensée du jour ... jeudi 4 mai 2017 !

Publié à 09:25 par yvonne92110 Tags : la pensée du jour à méditer
La pensée du jour   ...   jeudi 4 mai 2017 !
« On rencontre des personnes qui, tout en se prétendant athées, disent envier ceux qui ont la foi. Mais elles ne vont pas plus loin ; elles font comme si avoir ou ne pas avoir la foi était quelque chose qui ne dépend absolument pas d’elles, comme si la foi était un don que l’on reçoit ou non de la nature. Et c’est là qu’elles se trompent : en réalité la foi est la cristallisation d’un savoir du passé, elle est fondée sur une expérience faite autrefois du monde divin, une expérience qui a laissé en chaque être des traces indélébiles et qu’il lui appartient de vivifier.
C’est parce que certaines personnes perçoivent confusément en elles la présence de pareilles traces qu’elles regrettent de ne pas avoir la foi : elles sentent qu’il leur manque quelque chose d’essentiel. Mais si elles ne font rien pour la retrouver, elles souffriront encore longtemps de ce manque, et de plus en plus. La foi résulte d’un travail. Alors, qu’on ne s’imagine pas qu’en ne faisant rien, on peut trouver la foi comme ça, d’un seul coup, sous l’effet d’une grâce divine imprévisible. C’est impossible : pour avoir la foi et même pour la conserver, il faut travailler. »

Omraam Mikhaël Aïvanhov

 

Victor Lanoux est décédé à l'âge de 80 ans ...

Publié à 11:01 par yvonne92110 Tags : hommage victor lanoux louis la brocante est mort
Victor Lanoux est décédé à l'âge de 80 ans  ...

Cinéma  : l'acteur Victor Lanoux est décédé dans la nuit de mercredi à jeudi à Royan,  à l'âge de 80 ans ...

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           L'acteur Victor Lanoux, célèbre pour son rôle de "Louis la brocante" à la télévision, est décédé dans la nuit de mercredi à jeudi à Royan, a annoncé son agent.

"Sa famille et ses proches sont au regret de vous faire part du décès de Victor Lanoux, comédien et scénariste, à l'âge de 80 ans, cette nuit à 00h30, à l'Hôpital de Royan", a annoncé son agent dans une courte déclaration transmise à l'AFP. 

L'acteur à la moustache a joué dans de nombreux films, dont le diptyque culte d'Yves Robert - "Un éléphant ça trompe énormément", "Nous irons tous au paradis" - et dans "Cousin, cousine" de Jean-Charles Tacchella.

Né le 18 juin 1936 à Paris, Victor Lanoux, de son vrai nom Victor Robert Nataf, a commencé comme machiniste de cinéma, notamment sur "Notre Dame de Paris" de Jean Delannoy, avant de se tourner vers le métier d'acteur.

Révélé dès 1961 par un numéro de cabaret avec Pierre Richard, il joue ensuite des rôles classiques au théâtre sur la scène du TNP, dans "Hamlet", "L'Illusion comique" ou encore "La Folle de Chaillot" sous la direction de Georges Wilson.

Le public le découvre ensuite au cinéma dans les années 70 dans "L'Affaire Dominici" (1972) de Claude Bernard-Aubert avec Jean Gabin, puis dans "Cousin, cousine" (1975) puis "Un éléphant ça trompe énormément" (1976).

De 1998 à 2014, il a interprété le personnage de "Louis la brocante" dans la série éponyme sur France 3, relatant les aventures d'un brocanteur détective en herbe au grand coeur.

Souffrant de problèmes cardiaques Victor Lanoux avait été victime d'un malaise sur le tournage de "Louis la Brocante" en 2007.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          ( ( R.I.P. )

"Cet étranger" ... qui a changé nos vies !

Publié à 11:37 par yvonne92110 Tags : réflexion cet étranger qui a changé nos vies poste tv
"Cet étranger"   ...    qui a changé nos vies  !

 Quelques années avant ma naissance, mon père connut un étranger récemment arrivé dans notre village.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Depuis le début, mon père fut subjugué par ce personnage, si bien que nous en arrivâmes à l’inviter à demeurer chez nous.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

L’étranger accepta, et depuis lors il fit partie de la famille.
Moi je grandissais, je n’ai jamais demandé d’où il venait, tout me paraissait évident.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

Mes parents étaient enseignants : ma maman m’apprit ce qu'était le bien et ce qu'était le mal, et mon père m’apprit l’obéissance.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

Mais l’étranger était un vrai conteur, un véritable enjôleur.
Il nous maintenait pendant des heures fascinés par ses histoires mystérieuses ou rigolotes.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

Il avait la réponse à tout ce qui concernait la politique, l’histoire ou les sciences.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

Il connaissait tout du passé, du présent, il aurait presque pu parler de l'avenir !                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

Il fit même assister ma famille à une partie de football pour la première fois.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

Il me faisait rire, et parfois il me faisait pleurer.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         

L’étranger n’arrêtait jamais de parler, mais ça ne dérangeait pas ma Maman.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

Parfois elle se levait, sans prévenir, pendant que  nous continuions à boire les paroles de l'étranger.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

Je pense qu’en réalité, elle était partie à la cuisine pour avoir un peu de tranquillité.

(Maintenant je me demande si elle n’espérait pas en secret qu’il s’en aille.)                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

Mon père avait ses convictions morales, mais l’étranger lui ne semblait en tenir aucun compte.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

Les blasphèmes, les mauvaises paroles, par exemple, personne chez nous, ni voisins, ni amis, ne s’y serait permis.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

Ce n’était pas le cas de l’étranger, qui se permettait tout, offusquant mon père et faisant rougir ma maman.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

Mon père nous avait totalement interdit l’alcool.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

Lui, l’étranger il nous incitait à en boire souvent.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

Il nous affirmait que les cigarettes étaient fraîches et inoffensives, et que pipes et cigares faisaient distingué.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

Il parlait librement (peut-être trop) du sexe.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

Ses commentaires étaient suggestifs, souvent vulgaires et dévergondés.
Maintenant je sais que mes relations ont été grandement influencées par cet étranger pendant mon adolescence.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

Nous le critiquions, mais il ne faisait aucun cas de la présence de mes parents. Malgré cela, il était toujours là !                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

Cinquante ans sont passés depuis notre départ du foyer paternel.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

Et depuis lors beaucoup de choses ont changé : nous n’avons plus cette fascination.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Il n’empêche que, si vous pouviez pénétrer chez mes parents, vous les retrouveriez quand même dans un coin, attendant que quelqu’un vienne écouter ses parlotes ou lui consacrer son temps libre...                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

Voulez-vous connaître son nom? 


Nous, nous l’appelons ... Téléviseur ! 
 
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Pire...
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Maintenant, il a une épouse qui s’appelle Ordinateur !

Ils ont eu un fils qui s’appelle : Portable !  

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Une nièce qui s'appelle Tablette !

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Et un neveu, le pire de tous : C’est le Smart Phone !

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               En En définitive, depuis l'invasion de cette famille d'étrangers,

qui prennent tout l'espace, nous oublions de nous parler...

 

Pour le plaisir de partager une belle image ...

Publié à 12:20 par yvonne92110 Tags : images animées pour le plaisir de partager belle image

Le Mont Fuji au Japon  ...

Publié à 12:27 par yvonne92110 Tags : balades et voyages japon le mont fuji
Le Mont Fuji au Japon  ...

Le Mont Fuji au Japon  ...

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Le mont Fuji (富士山, Fujisan) est une montagne du centre du Japon qui se trouve sur la côte sud de l'île de Honshū, au sud-ouest de l'agglomération de Tokyo.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Avec 3 776 mètres d'altitude, il est le point culminant du Japon.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Situé dans une région où se rejoignent les plaques tectoniques pacifique, eurasienne et philippine, la montagne est un stratovolcan toujours considéré comme actif, sa dernière  jproduite fin 1707, bien que le risque éruptif soit actuellement considéré comme faible.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                

À son sommet a été construit un observatoire météorologique et malgré les conditions climatiques rigoureuses, la montagne est une destination extrêmement populaire en particulier pour les Japonais, qu'ils soient shintoïstes ou bouddhistes, en raison de sa forme caractéristique et du symbolisme religieux traditionnel qu'il représente.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

Il a ainsi été le sujet principal ou le cadre de nombreuses œuvres artistiques, notamment picturales au cours des siècles. Pourtant, cette fréquentation fragilise l'environnement.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Aussi, le 22 juin 2013, il est inscrit au patrimoine mondial de l'UNESCO sous le titre « Fujisan, lieu sacré et source d'inspiration artistique ».                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

 

CQFD : Pourquoi ils se battent pour gagner l' Elysée !

Publié à 13:29 par yvonne92110 Tags : politique francaise pourquoi ils visent l élysée cqfd
CQFD : Pourquoi ils se battent pour gagner l' Elysée !

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              En fait, je crois avoir trouvé la réponse à cette course à l' Election Présidentielle, où tous les coups semblent permis   : Ils se battent pour occuper l' ELYSEE, parce que :                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           C'est l'unique  H.L.M. (habitation à loyer modéré) en France,  prise en charge, intégralement, par l' A.P.L. (aide personnalisée au logement) !!!      

 
 Présidentielle - débat : Emmanuel Macron jugé plus convaincant que Marine Le Pen

Un peu de douceur dans ce monde de brutes ...

Publié à 13:47 par yvonne92110 Tags : enfants un peu de tendresse ds ce monde de brutes

Hugues Auffray chante : " Il s'appelait Stewball " !

Publié à 14:44 par yvonne92110 Tags : chanteurs musiciens hugues auffray chante stewball

La pensée du jour ... vendredi 5 mai 2017 !

Publié à 09:46 par yvonne92110 Tags : la pensée du jour à méditer
La pensée du jour   ...   vendredi 5 mai 2017 !
« Plus nous sommes nombreux à nous réunir, plus notre rayonnement fraternel attire des entités divines qui viennent nous aider en nous donnant la santé, la force, la lumière. Nous ne nous réunissons pas pour avoir le plaisir de nous rencontrer et de passer agréablement le temps, mais pour faire un travail conscient. Et ce travail consiste à soumettre notre vie personnelle, limitée, à la loi de la fraternité, de l’universalité, à la loi de l’harmonie. Chaque vibration harmonieuse que nous parvenons à créer nous met en relation avec la grande harmonie cosmique.
Le mot « harmonie » résume toutes les vertus, toutes les bénédictions. Quand l’harmonie pénétrera dans chaque région de notre être, elle nous accordera comme un instrument, et l’Esprit qui viendra nous effleurer de son souffle tirera de nous les plus belles sonorités. C’est cela, travailler pour le Royaume de Dieu. »

Omraam Mikhaël Aïvanhov