Je marche et sentant la lumière sur ma peau
J’avance vers le soleil qui m’éblouit
Le bruit de la rue alors, s’évanouit
s’estompe dans cette luminescence
Je repense à ce doux regard
Clair et profond éblouissant mon âme
Tel le soleil qui sublime ce jour
Nous vous invitons à jouer à cache-cache avec nous dans Paris du 3 au 4 novembre // We invite you to play cache-cache with us in Paris on 3 and 4 november
L’expérience Cache-Cache sera bilingue : français et anglais // The Cache-Cache Experience will be bilingual: English and French
Samedi // Saturday 10:00 – 18:00
Dimanche // Sunday 13:00 – 15:00
50 euros (café, déjeuner et brunch inclus // coffee, lunch and brunch included)
Voilà….a great example of someone’s Cache-Cache Expérience….well documented in photography….enjoy!
download the slideshow as a powerpoint prestation :
One Person’s Cache-Cache Experience
Here’s someone coming from a different angle but talking about what we try to facilitate when playing Cache Cache Experience. Artist and author Maira Kalman talking about the creative process – particularly perception and discovery! (3 mins)
Yesterday, we played “hide & seek” in one of the world’s most amazing gardens….Le Jardin Luxembourg à Paris. It was an afternoon “intro” to our cache cache concept for about 10 people from Boston. They really “got it”….only a shame we didn’t have 2-3 days together.
Do think about joining in on our fun this summer. We have a special “Bastille Day” edition in Paris around the July 14th weekend. And later in August we are trying to organize a cache cache to fit with the Greenbelt Festival in England….either before or afterward.
After the seas are all cross’d, (as they seem already cross’d,)
After the great captains and engineers have accomplish’d their work,
After the noble inventors, after the scientists, the chemist, the
Finally shall come the poet worthy that name,
The true son of God shall come singing his songs.
– Walt Whitman, Passage to India
At the recent Cache-Cache in Amsterdam, I had a wonderful little experience that I though I thought I’d let you know about.
We started the morning with a walk in Vondel Park. Everyone received a paper with three random assignments…things like ‘search for a metaphor for the Incarnation’ or (my favorite) ‘touch something that touches you’. Well, I had done a good job with my questions…had written down several thoughts to share with the group at lunch, when, walking back to the meeting point, I spotted something in the dirt. I thought it was a powerful metaphor for something, but it didn’t fit into my questions. I passed it up. As I walked a bit further, something compelled me to back up and pick it up anyway. I did. While waiting on the group to assemble, my mind was racing to think through the implications of the little metaphor in my pocket. I jotted down a few notes, even though I didn’t think I would share it with anyone.
A few minutes later at lunch near the Central Station, we divided up on the two ends of our long table to share what the park experience meant to each of us. Eventually, the young Dutch woman next to me shared that she had no problem with the first question but the that she found the second one quite troubling. It was something like “Find a metaphor for what you want to do with the rest of your life”, the very question that she struggles with daily. So she related that instead of creating a nice meditative time in the park, it sent her anxiety in to hyper-drive and couldn’t at all respond to the question.
It was at that point that I told her that I had found her metaphor. She understandably looked at me with a question mark on her face. The interesting thing was that I found a metaphor that I didn’t need and she had a question without a metaphor. So I reached into my pocket and pulled out the key that i found in the dirt a few minutes earlier.
A key is a really strong metaphor. Jonathan Safran Foer wrote a great novel about a boy who searches for the purpose of his key. (You may have seen the movie Incredibly Loud and Extremely Close). The first thing I thought of with the key was it’s purpose or function. It is suppose to unlock something. But then I thought how there is inherently a partnership involved with a key…it belongs to something and something belongs to it. A key is also rather unique. It may look like other keys but the system of jagged edges make it uniquely suited for one lock (or a least we hope).
I thought further about the key…that it could potentially liberate something….or protect something. And at that moment, my new friend said, “or it could lead you to home”. I laid the key on the table and said it is yours.
Not only is the key a strong metaphor but this story is a strong metaphor for the way God works in community. Quite often when you have a need, he doesn’t just give you the answer to your need, he may give it to someone else, who is suppose to give it to you, and thereby creating a strong triad of relationship…or trinity, one could say.
So the thought has passed my mind…what else have I been given that I need to pass on to someone else?
– David B
“The first time I took part in cache-cache I enjoyed participating. The second time I came with expectation, waiting to receive something.”
L’écrivaine américaine Madeleine L’Engle l’a bien exprimé :
“Il n’y a rien de trop séculier qui ne puisse être sacré, et c’est là l’un des plus profonds messages de l’incarnation.”