semer des cailloux

Imposing rocks dominating the valleys bear witness to the eternal spirituality of Rocamadour. Here, everything is connected to the rock, you can land on a dry stone wall, follow it, stop, and look further. On the dry lawns where black-eyed sheep feast, stones are placed here and there, following a logic of which only nature has the secret. Lie down in the middle of wild grass dancing with the wind, an idyllic setting for a dreamy break. Contemplating the transhumance of the clouds in blissful solitude. Melt into a motionless movement. Walking becomes meditation, free from rationality, does everything have to be explained? Sow stones so as not to get lost. Return to the lost paths of childhood. Find a world conducive to the marvelous.