Regenerating the world through the lens of the living

Regaining Discernment Amid Collective Tensions

Changing Course Without Changing Destination

What We Advance of Ourselves

The Mirror Ball

Our Identities, These Velcros

What actions reveal

For a long time, for me, "moving forward" meant sprinting towards a clear goal, taking the longest strides possible.

What allows the new to emerge?

Recently, while sharing a post by an expert in business succession, another question came to me: what do we pass on along with the visible heritage?

What do we really inherit?

What, in what I call "me", actually began with me? It is this blurry zone that I want to explore.

Where does the outside world end and where do we begin?

But what if this boundary were far less clear-cut than we imagine? The outside world does not mysteriously pass through our skin: it is perceived, interpreted, translated biologically. This is the thread I started to pull.

Let's search together

I start from an intuition and I pull the thread. Not to prove it is right, but to see how far it can be followed. I don't know the answer in advance. I am searching. And I invite you to search with me.

Below the Waterline

Here is how, today, I picture part of the chaos we are going through. A multitude of tiny things, often invisible or so habitual that we no longer notice them, are at work below the waterline.

TAU — opening passages

TAU does not lend itself easily to definition. It does not need one. For me, it is a portal that works through the body.

Absurdland — or the right to laugh at serious things

A story born in a drawer, transformed into an illustrated tale when an old imagination met a new tool — with laughter as a way of looking at our own hells.

What if we expanded our definition of a toxic environment?

Eating well, moving, nurturing good relationships: the foundation still matters. But what does the accumulation of everything we are exposed to — including what we have inherited — do to a living organism?

When we no longer know how to see the value of what we have received

This autumn, the villa Les Tournesols will disappear from the seafront of De Panne. What do we really pass on when we believe we are passing on a heritage?

The middle way

For a long time, I have had an intuition that there is a third way: one that allows something alive to emerge from the encounter between two beings.

What I was looking for, perhaps, was not a treasure

In 2024, something from the past called out to me. It began with an email sent, for no apparent reason, by a stranger: the portrait of an ancestor, just as unknown to me, on display at The Israel Museum, Jerusalem.

Towards a new art of healing

I have just finished Cured, by Dr Jeffrey Rediger. After a seventeen-year investigation into spontaneous remissions, he identifies four dimensions that seem to play a major role in our state of health.

My encounter with the Living

In February 2026, everything collapsed. No more meaning. No more bearings. No more energy. What I want to speak about here is not what happened, but the way I went through it.

What the body ends up paying for

Reading an article about corruption in large corporations, I stumbled by chance on a name: Philippe Jaffré. CEO of Elf Aquitaine, dead of cancer at 62. It wasn't his career that stopped me. It was the age.

What practice teaches discernment

I found myself slipping onto ground that was draining my energy — without having chosen it, without noticing right away. The day I saw it, something was set free. Not the situation. My way of inhabiting it.

The house built from the roof down

I had already succeeded, in the way the world counts success. Seventeen years in international finance, including Citigroup. Then seventeen years building Sequoia. On paper, everything was there. And yet.

The proof you don't need to find

For a long time I wanted concrete proof of certain things from the past that I felt without being able to put into words. It led me on a quest for external truth, since 2024.

When suffering stops governing

For a long time, I believed my sufferings were only mine. Then I looked more closely at my family history. Dramas. Losses. Secrets. Deaths. Invisible loyalties, passed on unnamed, like ghosts.

The Mystery of the Blue Bird

There are symbols we don't choose. They choose us. In 2024, I was called toward a building. Incomprehensible at the time. It was a work by my great-grandfather on my father's side — a family, a lineage I knew almost nothing about.

Changing the project doesn't change the system

People often reach out to me this way. A well-written message. Flattery about my career. Nostalgia for shared moments — even when there's been no contact for ages. Then the real request arrives. A piece of information. A contact. A diagnosis. No offer of reciprocity. No real commitment.

We all pull a cart along our path in life

Every cart has a square wheel that slows our spontaneous momentum. That wheel isn't the same for everyone. That's exactly why we are mirrors for one another — and why mutual support has a value that autonomy alone never reaches.

Consensual governance — what nature shows us

We were raised to believe success is autonomy. Managing on your own. Depending on no one. Except that's not what nature shows. 'Every man for himself' isn't a law of nature — it's a story we were told.

The financial system needs our fears to keep running

Some of my exhaustion wasn't mine. It came from further back. What I learned by following the thread — about dispossession, invisible pacts, and what it costs to honor them without having chosen them.

The superwoman trap

It slipped into all my ways of functioning. It took me a long time to see it. The superwoman model was, for my generation, a conquest. But what no one said is that this model rests on an illusion: that carrying everything alone is strength.

When the world's richest heiress chooses to heal rather than sell

Alice Walton could have stayed in retail. She chose to found a school of preventive and integrative medicine. What strikes me isn't the amount invested. It's the gesture. True capital isn't what you accumulate — it's what you pass on in a form that regenerates.