{"id":11,"date":"2022-12-03T17:09:20","date_gmt":"2022-12-03T22:09:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lepetitparc.ca\/mireille\/?p=11"},"modified":"2023-12-10T21:45:05","modified_gmt":"2023-12-11T02:45:05","slug":"lamour-la-guerre-et-la-beaute-du-monde","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lepetitparc.ca\/mireille\/2022\/12\/03\/lamour-la-guerre-et-la-beaute-du-monde\/","title":{"rendered":"L&rsquo;amour, la guerre et la beaut\u00e9 du monde"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0  <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-color has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"color:#74482e\"><strong>J\u2019avais \u00e0 peine pens\u00e9 \u00e0 lui depuis son d\u00e9c\u00e8s ou, dit plus po\u00e9tiquement, de sa travers\u00e9e vers l\u2019autre rive.\u00a0 Et voil\u00e0 que ce matin, dans la lumi\u00e8re si rare de la fin novembre, une histoire lointaine de l\u2019enfance\u00a0 a refait surface sans crier gare et m\u2019a projet\u00e9e hors du temps. J\u2019avais de nouveau dix ans.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full is-resized\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/lepetitparc.ca\/mireille\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/22\/2022\/12\/forest-6818682_960_720.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-16\" width=\"457\" height=\"304\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lepetitparc.ca\/mireille\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/22\/2022\/12\/forest-6818682_960_720.jpg 960w, https:\/\/lepetitparc.ca\/mireille\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/22\/2022\/12\/forest-6818682_960_720-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/lepetitparc.ca\/mireille\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/22\/2022\/12\/forest-6818682_960_720-768x512.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 457px) 100vw, 457px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Je revois le d\u00e9cor. C\u2019est un samedi apr\u00e8s-midi, en septembre ou en octobre, et je suis avec des amies. Nous nous sommes avanc\u00e9es jusqu\u2019aux abords du lac des f\u00e9es, qui est alors enti\u00e8rement cach\u00e9 par la for\u00eat. Notre excursion dans ce domaine secret et sauvage est bien s\u00fbr clandestine, loin des yeux et des oreilles des parents.&nbsp; Il y a l\u2019odeur pr\u00e9gnante des feuilles humides sur la terre spongieuse du sous-bois et le bruit de nos pas qui, seul, brise le silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">La lumi\u00e8re du jour commence d\u00e9j\u00e0 \u00e0 d\u00e9cliner et la p\u00e9nombre \u00e0 griser tout ce qui nous entoure. Nous sommes pr\u00e8s de chez nous, de notre quartier, mais en plein c\u0153ur de l\u2019inconnu. Nous sommes entr\u00e9es par m\u00e9garde dans un conte des fr\u00e8res Grimm.&nbsp; Tout \u00e0 coup, sans m\u00eame se consulter, mes amies font volte-face et filent \u00e0 toute vitesse pour ne pas se faire prendre par la noirceur. Me voil\u00e0 seule. Immobile, j\u2019\u00e9coute le bruissement de\u2026 choses vivantes, grouillantes, invisibles et non identifiables.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">J\u2019entends alors le bruit d\u2019une chevauch\u00e9e dans les feuilles. Le temps et mon coeur s\u2019arr\u00eatent. Une meute de chiens redevenus sauvages vient de s\u2019immobiliser \u00e0 une trentaine de pieds devant moi avec, \u00e0 leur t\u00eate, leur chef. Il m\u2019observe sans bouger, les sens en alerte. Apr\u00e8s un moment de pure panique, je me rappelle un enseignement de mon p\u00e8re: on ne tourne jamais le dos \u00e0 un ennemi potentiel.&nbsp; \u00c0 plus forte raison \u00e0 une vingtaine d\u2019ennemis potentiels. Plut\u00f4t que de prendre la fuite, je reste donc sur place et j\u2019attends. J\u2019entends les secondes qui passent et mon c\u0153ur qui cogne, mais je ne bouge pas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Je per\u00e7ois alors un mouvement subtil, un signal du chef \u00e0 sa meute. Dans une chor\u00e9graphie fluide et superbement coordonn\u00e9e, ils font tous demi-tour sans un regard pour moi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;Je ne me souviens pas d\u2019avoir \u00e9t\u00e9 aussi heureuse qu\u2019on me fausse compagnie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;\u00c0 cette \u00e9poque, beaucoup de chiens \u00e9taient abandonn\u00e9s par leurs ma\u00eetres aux abords de cette for\u00eat avoisinante. Ceux que j\u2019ai crois\u00e9s ce jour-l\u00e0 s\u2019\u00e9taient regroup\u00e9s pour former une famille d\u00e9pareill\u00e9e et d\u00e9penaill\u00e9e, soumise par la force des choses aux lois de la nature.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img decoding=\"async\" width=\"510\" height=\"340\" data-src=\"https:\/\/lepetitparc.ca\/mireille\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/22\/2022\/12\/monument-1615347__340.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-17 lazyload\" data-srcset=\"https:\/\/lepetitparc.ca\/mireille\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/22\/2022\/12\/monument-1615347__340.jpg 510w, https:\/\/lepetitparc.ca\/mireille\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/22\/2022\/12\/monument-1615347__340-300x200.jpg 300w\" data-sizes=\"(max-width: 510px) 100vw, 510px\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 510px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 510\/340;\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<h3 class=\"has-text-align-center wp-block-heading\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; H\u00e9ritage<\/h3>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mon p\u00e8re m\u2019a transmis l\u2019amour de la for\u00eat, des animaux sauvages et du monde vivant en g\u00e9n\u00e9ral. La gratitude et l\u2019enchantement devant la beaut\u00e9 du monde est ce qu\u2019il m\u2019a l\u00e9gu\u00e9 de plus pr\u00e9cieux.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Malgr\u00e9 toutes les guerres que nous avons pu mener l\u2019un contre l\u2019autre et la Seconde Grande, beaucoup plus radicale, qu\u2019il a livr\u00e9e en Europe, un amour de la vie a surv\u00e9cu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Je ne pr\u00e9voyais pas publier d\u2019article ce mois-ci, mais j\u2019ai r\u00e9alis\u00e9 ce matin que l\u2019heure de tomb\u00e9e, cette fois-ci, serait le 4 d\u00e9cembre, soit la date pr\u00e9cise o\u00f9 mon p\u00e8re est mort, il y a quatre ans, \u00e0 l\u2019\u00e2ge de cent ans. Je dirais, avec un petit sourire en coin, que je ne pouvais pas tourner le dos \u00e0 cette synchronicit\u00e9. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img decoding=\"async\" width=\"511\" height=\"340\" data-src=\"https:\/\/lepetitparc.ca\/mireille\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/22\/2022\/12\/forest-glade-2524495__340.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-18 lazyload\" data-srcset=\"https:\/\/lepetitparc.ca\/mireille\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/22\/2022\/12\/forest-glade-2524495__340.jpg 511w, https:\/\/lepetitparc.ca\/mireille\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/22\/2022\/12\/forest-glade-2524495__340-300x200.jpg 300w\" data-sizes=\"(max-width: 511px) 100vw, 511px\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 511px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 511\/340;\" \/><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>J\u2019avais \u00e0 peine pens\u00e9 \u00e0 lui depuis son d\u00e9c\u00e8s ou, dit plus po\u00e9tiquement, de sa travers\u00e9e vers l\u2019autre rive.  Et voil\u00e0 que ce matin, dans la lumi\u00e8re si rare de la fin novembre, une histoire lointaine de l\u2019enfance  a refait surface sans crier gare et m\u2019a projet\u00e9e hors du temps. J\u2019avais de nouveau dix ans.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":22,"featured_media":16,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_crdt_document":"","site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[4,5],"taxon-du-petit-parc":[47,51],"class_list":["post-11","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-souvenir-denfance","tag-nature","tag-pere","taxon-du-petit-parc-famille","taxon-du-petit-parc-racines"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lepetitparc.ca\/mireille\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lepetitparc.ca\/mireille\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lepetitparc.ca\/mireille\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lepetitparc.ca\/mireille\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/22"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lepetitparc.ca\/mireille\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/lepetitparc.ca\/mireille\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22,"href":"https:\/\/lepetitparc.ca\/mireille\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11\/revisions\/22"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lepetitparc.ca\/mireille\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/16"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lepetitparc.ca\/mireille\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lepetitparc.ca\/mireille\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lepetitparc.ca\/mireille\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11"},{"taxonomy":"taxon-du-petit-parc","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lepetitparc.ca\/mireille\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/taxon-du-petit-parc?post=11"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}