Editor's note: This story, reported and clarified by Denis Boulanger, Paul Dorion, Daniel Laguitton, Denis and Richard Lord Weilbrenner , who made the final draft was presented to the team production Little Seduction early in the process of staging. The organizing committee wanted this legend used to create links between the different blocks of the broadcast. Idea which, as you could find out by seeing the show, was not restraint. But we wanted to know this legend could perhaps be the basis for a new way to enjoy The Spirit of Sutton .
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| Pangea |
There are very, very long time, well before the time of the dinosaurs The highlight of the whole earth was flat. The American continent was just beginning to separate from that of Africa. There was neither mountains nor rivers, no forests. The silence was perfect. Yet here at that time a spirit sleeps peacefully in the womb of the Earth. Nothing disturbs the sleep of this kind spirit. He snores a little, and then the earth is covered with a long shudder. It is a great dreamer. And while what he dreams come true. When he dreams to the stars, the night sky lights up like a Christmas tree. If he dreams of snow, it snows. If dream to rain, it rains. And if he dreams in the wind, that's like a vibration in the pipes of a large organ ...
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| tectonic plates |
Thus, after millions of centuries of sleep filled with wonderful dreams, the relief of all the Earth turns. Here the mountains appear, then sources spring from cracks in the crust and tumble into waterfalls and streams, trees and settled firmly on the tops and slopes or in the valley around to accommodate the birds, wolves and bears, skunks, snakes and mice, spiders, bugs in millipedes, eight legs, four legs, then beware: large two-legged bugs. And then what? Butterflies, mushrooms, hay, bushes, grass fat, herbs and wild, of course, flowers of all colors that fill the air with their perfume.
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| Sutton, December 2010 - Photo: Richard Leclerc |
Then one day, the Spirit Mountain stop dreaming for good. It now pervades the whole nature of an unseen presence that distill his prodigious creative energy. It was then that landing from all walks of people curious, inventive, enterprising and courageous attracted by a mysterious force that seems to emanate from these mountains the oldest in the world, their forms have been patiently rounded by glaciers moving with powerful the slow giants.
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| Lake Mohawk - Photo: Richard Leclerc |
| Thanks to the influence that the Spirit carries on the beauty of landscapes and the graceful silhouette of the Sutton Mountains today we can go into the mountains and discover the large pot of Witches rave Perched at the extraordinary Peter (whose sister to the throne hall), go fishing for stars in the clear water of Crater Lake Mohawk bottomless, be charmed by the gentle murmur of the Sutton River, which bathes the cozy little village where people want to thrive and live in harmony with each other and the natural environment where they chose to pursue the dream of the Spirit of the Mountain ... chhhut! he sleeps ... maybe he started to dream again ... |
Sutton, September 2010
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