Everything is perfect by Charline Giffard

the air is soft everything is perfect

the air is soft everything is perfect Charline Giffard

I am in Iceland, walking in these hostile, cold, yet oh so beautifull scenaries, taking pictures. I see people, sparse, not too many. They all seem very special. The sun starts to get low. The sky gives a real spectacle of colors. I feel good.

I am into a small and long undersea tunnel, walking deeper. I get into a small room with a technician there. I put on a scaphander suite. I have to go under the water to map the seafloor. I go in two different presurized rooms before going in the water, but I don't know how the diving equipment works and suddenly I can't breathe because I have no oxygen. I knock on the wall (window) but the technician can't do anything for me.

I am cross-country skiing in the field behind our house. The sun is bright, the snow is perfect. I go fast, the sky and the field are so big, they are swallowing me. I am so little. I am one with the universe. This is one of my energy spot. The sun is there just for me. I breathe, drink water and eat an orange. I am so alive.

I am sleeping in the train. You are just looking at me sleeping.

I am having dinner in a room with other people. Suddenly we are asked to escape by the basement. We get ouside. There is absolutly nothing left. It is the apocalypse.

I go see my high school phys. ed. teacher and I tell him what I really think of him.

I am in a tourist residence. My friend Jonatan is looking for something. I tell him if he needs toilet paper, I have some.

I walk on the rocks after Peggy's Cove. I get to another of my energy spot. I meditate. I am completly serein.

I open a studio with all the equipment to produce the projects I want to do. I quit my job and start my own business. I am insecure.

I am in the car. We drive. We have an accident.

I am in a canoe on a lake. There is an island, we reach it. We have a picnic and a soft blanket. We eat and rest. The air is soft. Everything is perfect.

I am in a room with people. Four dominant female hienes agressive and hungry get into the room and are trying to intimidate and scare people off. The people first look at them. The hienes continue to be imposing, loud and scarry. The people still look at them with absolutly no fear or any emotion. The hienes starts to get louder and noisier and nastier. The people ignore them and start getting back to whatever they were doing or continue their previous conversations. The hienes do not like that. They feel insecure, they don't know what to do. Suddenly all four female hienes starts shrinking, and shrinking, and shrinkng to the size of a cigaret botch. And oups! someone steps on them and crash them alive without noticing. As if the only thing that made these four hienes exist was the power they were trying to have on people by intimidating them, or the power that the people were willing to let them.

I go to St-Martin College of Arts in London for a short course on illustration.

I walk on the beach in my village. I am sad and anxious.

I get a new home. I decorate it the way I want. The living room walls are gold with delicate flowery line art decorations in some places. The couach is big and comfy and beige. There is a nice, big and heavy wooden coffee table with lovely books on it. There is a huge plant by the window facing south. There is a wall bookshelf with all my favourite books. The is a beautifull comfortable armchair with the antique reading lampost my parents gave me on its side. The floor is made of old wide pine panels. There is a stone fireplace. There are not too many objects, but all of them are carefully chosen and placed and have a personal value. This place is me.

I go swimming in the ocean in big waves. I have so much fun. Everything is happy.

I walk with my daugther. She gets hit by a car. I loose my mind right there.

I have a new job in my hometown. I invite you over for dinner and we'll go to the movie later. I am anxious to see you. You finally get here. I am happy. We are happy. Just simply happy. A glass of wine, laughs, a good meal... Then we leave for the theater. We decide to walk the night is beautifull. We walk downtown holding arms, talking naturally, being ourselves. We see a few stars in the sky. I see a beautifull dress in a boutique window. Hummm. We get there. We wait in line looking at the movie posters, talking and laughing. I see people I know that I haven't seen for a long time. We say "Hello" and chat for a while. I introduce you. It is strange a little bit.

I have a gypsy caravane in my garden. It is whimsical. It is the perfect place to be lazy. It is my place.

I am 43. We are invaded by the developing countries organised by China and India. A war. We espace in the woods. We bring all kinds of surviving things. I bring my vegetable seeds. We build a hideaway. We live there for a long time.

I am 35. All human come to a point where they make peace within themselves and with their life and with everything. There is no more fear or anger or suffering. People's awareness and mindfullness is at its peak and love and positive vibration is high. All social, political and economical problems get solved naturally. There is finally peace and happyness among humans.

I get home, you're not there. Ther is a note on the table: "our bedroom". I go to our bedroom. I see a beautifull dress on a hanger on a hook. A label says "make yourself pretty." I take a shower, put on the dress, make myself pretty. The door rings, a taxi is waiting for me. A note on the passanger seat says: "See you in a bit". The driver leaves me at that fancy restaurant I always wanted to go to. You are there, waiting for me with dozens of roses and the most intense and loving eyes I have ever seen.

I am in my summer house in Coin-du-Banc, GaspĂŠ. Sitting outside on the patio, drinking my long espresso, reading, dreaming. It is sunny and a little windy. A cat comes for a visit. He jumps on the bench and swirles up againts my leg saying: "Pet me!... please..." He is so soft. We are good friends. A car pulls in the driveway. It is my aunt and uncle coming to visit. They bring me wild strawberries my uncle picked and pastries from the village. I offer them a coffee. We sit on the patio, eat strawberries and drink coffee. My uncle gets up to go visit my neighbour, a friend of him. My aunt and I go for a walk on the beach. The cat follows us. We talk about cultivating happyness, and then about my grand-mother, Marie. Then we try to find rocks that are shaped like a heart. 23

I feel vulnerable. You know it, you are so strong. You come to me, give me the most gentle and reassuring hug. Just what I needed. With you, I feel safe. Anything could happened, I just feel safe.

I am on a boat with my parents and my brother. I fall in the cold and agitated waters. My parents and my brother look at me saddly but do nothing to save me or help me. I finally swim to the shore where my good friend helps me get out of the water. I never ever get dry.

I am with my boss. She is crying. She says she trusted me but I have disapointed her. She says I betrayed her. I don't know what to say.

I am weeding my vegetable garden. It is so luscious this year. The weather is perfect this summer. I get my basket to pick up some tomatoes that are just so ready. I also pick some lettuce, peas and beans. Someone is here. It is my cousin and his wife with their two sons. A surprise visit. I like that. I show them the garden. We eat some raspberries and some ground cherries. We walk around the land. Then we sit on the patio for cokctail. There's a beautifull sunset. We'll make a fire later.