{"id":10518,"date":"2024-04-30T05:10:22","date_gmt":"2024-04-30T04:10:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/?p=10518"},"modified":"2024-04-30T05:10:22","modified_gmt":"2024-04-30T04:10:22","slug":"marcher-dans-les-pas-feconds-dun-enfant","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/?p=10518","title":{"rendered":"MARCHER DANS LES PAS (FECONDS) D\u2019UN ENFANT\u2026"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large is-style-rounded\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/04\/IMG_4482.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"768\" height=\"1024\" src=\"http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/04\/IMG_4482-768x1024.jpeg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-10519\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/04\/IMG_4482-768x1024.jpeg 768w, http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/04\/IMG_4482-225x300.jpeg 225w, http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/04\/IMG_4482.jpeg 1000w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 768px) 100vw, 768px\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>&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;<em>A Gustave qui m\u2019accompagne sur la sente. (<\/em>Photo Marie Bayart)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nous glissons sur le chemin plus que nous ne marchons. Dans la connivence des rencontres partag\u00e9es de la for\u00eat. C\u00f4te \u00e0 c\u00f4te, pas \u00e0 pas, chaque foul\u00e9e nous rapproche et nous raconte la sente foresti\u00e8re. Les ann\u00e9es qui nous s\u00e9parent ne sont que des parenth\u00e8ses, de simples minuscules\u2026 L\u2019essentiel est dans cette complicit\u00e9 de la seconde qui passe. La for\u00eat chante et enchante les p\u00e9r\u00e9grins qui cheminent. Petit gar\u00e7on, tu \u00e9merveilles ma route et m\u2019offres ta main, comme une canne de h\u00eatre\u2026Tout autour de nous des petits cerfs-volants papillonnent pour nous donner une aubade de printemps dans l\u2019air bleut\u00e9. Bouff\u00e9e de lumi\u00e8re au creux de cette cath\u00e9drale \u00e0 ciel ouvert.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;Il fait d\u00e9j\u00e0 chaud, en ces derniers jours d\u2019avril, pour celui qui marche et illumine le layon bord\u00e9 de foug\u00e8res et de quelques ruisselets. Autour de nous, les arbres sont des cand\u00e9labres verts qui produisent de vivifiantes bulles de savon en milliards de particules d\u2019oxyg\u00e8ne. Les oiseaux poussent leurs trilles comme des petits chanteurs \u00e0 la croix de bois. Chorale improvis\u00e9e des clairi\u00e8res o\u00f9 jouent les hautbois et les violoncelles des ch\u00eanes et des pins sylvestres.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Le bonheur, c\u2019est de cheminer en ces instants \u00e9chapp\u00e9s \u00e0 la fuite du temps.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>S\u2019arr\u00eater et prendre quelques miettes d\u2019\u00e9ternit\u00e9, comme les coquillages du chemin de Compostelle, et s\u2019imaginer p\u00e8lerins sans destination.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Mais avec quelqu\u2019Un, tout au bout, pour nous attendre.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0                                            <strong>\u00a9 Laurent BAYART<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>\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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0                                                                     30 avril 2024<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&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;A Gustave qui m\u2019accompagne sur la sente. (Photo Marie Bayart) &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nous glissons sur le chemin plus que nous ne marchons. Dans la connivence des rencontres partag\u00e9es de la for\u00eat. C\u00f4te \u00e0 c\u00f4te, pas \u00e0 pas, chaque foul\u00e9e nous rapproche et nous raconte la sente foresti\u00e8re. Les ann\u00e9es qui nous s\u00e9parent ne sont que des parenth\u00e8ses, &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/?p=10518\" class=\"more-link\">Continuer la lecture de <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">MARCHER DANS LES PAS (FECONDS) D\u2019UN ENFANT\u2026<\/span>  <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10518","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blog-notes"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4doc5-2JE","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10518","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10518"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10518\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10520,"href":"http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10518\/revisions\/10520"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10518"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10518"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.laurent-bayart.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10518"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}