Words, a breath of the soul
Since childhood, words have been my way into what life doesn't say plainly. Not a conscious choice. More like something that was always there, waiting for me to catch up with it.
I grew up with the sense that everything is connected, that light on water and wind in trees carry something that can't be said in ordinary language. Poetry was the only form that left enough room for what I needed to express.
The soul's journey
It was life itself that taught me how to write. Not books, not years of study. The hard moments. The ones where you find yourself face to face with something you don't yet understand, and that asks you to change anyway.
For a long time I watched this inner path from a distance, unwilling to step onto it. When I finally did, it changed everything. It undid what I thought I knew. It reopened what I thought I had closed. And it gave back something I had stopped expecting: a way of being with myself without pretending.
I walk that path with more steadiness now. Not because it has become easy, but because I have learned that moving is better than waiting.
Bringing light through words
I hold a PhD from the Sorbonne and spent years in teaching and research before joining UNESCO, where I worked in international education. I later founded a preschool in Paris, built on a simple belief: children thrive when they are trusted.
Over time, another calling took shape. Writing. Not to explain, but to accompany. To put words where there were none yet.
A space for those who are searching
If you are on this page, perhaps something in you is searching too. The poetry and the work you will find here are not meant to be admired from a distance. They are made to be read, used, and lived in the moments when you truly need them.
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