Day 26~ February 26th~ Lebanon

young fishermen

More than half of my life In Lebanon was spent by the beach. We used to not even wait till school was over before moving to our summer little home by the seaside. With life on the shores of the Mediterranean came certain traditions, like swimming one hour-long to reach a cargo ship and jump from its deck, take a knife and a lemon on a ‘haske’ (a flat wooden row-boat), and dive to some nearby rocks to loosen sea urchins from the rocks, open them, clean them with seawater and then finally garnish them with some lemon juice before scooping out the orange caviar and humming our enjoyment. I can say for certain that life by the beach was always the highlight of the whole year for us children. This past summer I wanted to relive another special excitement from my childhood, which was waking up at dawn and joining the fishermen for 5 or 6 hours to witness the process of their daily catch. There is no meditation as soothing as those early morning hours spent rocked by slight movement of the boat, warmed by the early rays of morning sun and serenaded by fishermen’s songs as they dive in and out of the water in search for their sea dwellers.

the cage

Day Forty Four, March 7, 2011

morning companions

I love mornings!

In the morning is when I feel inspired the most. It is at that time that ideas rush and flow in my mind. It is the time of day I treasure the most. I always wake up before

anyone else in my home and I tiptoe to brew my first delicious cup of coffee, always using the same cup that my friend Cecilia gave me,

and I sit for 15 minutes of ‘me time’ with my leather bound diary that I also treasure.

I love leather bound diaries, I feel that they are a luxury worth having since they hold my most intimate thoughts.

So this is how every day starts, and when it doesn’t then I am thrown off balance for the day.