I grew up in Lebanon, moved to New York City at the age of 20, have lived since in Boston, Miami, Germany, shanghai and now moving to Germany again. Like most expatriates I find myself at a loss of knowing where 'home' really is or if it exists at all…the age of 20, have lived since in Boston, Miami, Germany, shanghai and now moving to Germany again. Like most expatriates I find myself at a loss of knowing where 'home' really is or if it exists at all…
Where is our religion?
Is it in the temples of Asia, or the mountain churches of Lebanon, the faraway tribes of Africa, or the monasteries of tibet? Is it in mosques? Is it with soothsayers? Is it with the self proclaimed healers and seers? Is it in the holy cities of our world? Is it in the secret science labs? Do our world leaders possess it?
Or is it inside each one of us waiting to be touched?
wonderings of a searching mind…
Memories that persistently remain in your mind, colors that never fade, sentiments that become a part of you, only adding to your life with every passing hour, and an urge to return again and again…
One of the perks of Living in Europe is the proximity of major cities and the ease of traveling around the culturally rich continent. Breakfast in xanten, Germany and lunch in Brussels, Belgium is a stress free affair!
Our family is looking forward to moving to Germany this coming summer after 11 years in Shanghai, China. I am interested in how the move will color my photography and art.
Some places on our planet are just breathtakingly beautiful, but with Inle it’s not just that, it’s people, the light, the birds, the gentle nature of the dream like landscape; they all come together to make a paradise you wish you never have to leave. All I can think of leaving it is how and when to come back.
An echo of the great sense of awe that met me when I first saw the great pyramids of Giza back in 1996, Bagan enveloped me with an overwhelming wonder that will live in my mind as long as I walk and breathe. Thousands of beautiful structures spiraling to the skies scattered across miles of green trees, a setting that could only have been imagined by something greater than us. I felt humbled at the beauty and richness of what caused such a place to exist.
Two days are certainly not enough and can only open a small window to what lives in this world.
Innocent, untouched, warm, human, uncorrupted, devout, kind, charming…. the people I am meeting in Myanmar. I find myself smiling constantly and feeling grateful to be experiencing a culture so rich, and I pray for the hands of our modern world to go easy in their inevitable plans of tourist invasions and homogenization.
Day 2~ Myanmar
I have been in Mandalay less than a day and have already been enchanted. Almost everything reaches and yearns upwards to the skies here, the temples, the birds, the monks, the chanting, and the spirits of the people. After a magical sunrise journey this morning, I am blissfully eager to travel into my second day of wonder.
Boracay, a green and white gem in the middle of a blue sea, blessed with a panorama of clouds and a ongoing theater of sky and water on and impossibly large canvas, is not easy to travel to. Almost like giving birth, painful as difficult, but still you would do it again and being there makes the journey all worth it.