One of the greatest powers of being human is the ability to move on. No matter how difficult or hopeless a situation is for a person, there is always the chance that they will be looking back at it with a lighter heart. Maybe this is what gives us all the hope to keep moving and to seek the lighter side of life, because we know that there is a certainty of the good overcoming the bad and of the light overcoming the dark. It is the constant sacred dance between our nights and our days that demonstrates to us this simple law.
photo taken: a girl on the streets of Phnom Penh~ Cambodia
Beirut, one of the oldest cities known to man, destroyed by earthquakes at least 7 times, has been known by names such as Colonia, Julia, Augusta, Felix and Berythus, and was home to the world’s first law school. The teachers of Beirut School of Law helped draft the famous Justinian Code. Beirut was then named ‘Mother of Legislation’.
Despite the various total destructions and the later occupations of Beirut by Arabs, Crusaders, Romans, Ottomans, French mandate, and most recently Israeli and Syrian presences, the beautiful and buzzing cosmopolitan city was and still is referred to as ‘Paris of the middle east’. I still remember being in total awe of how many different languages are spoken on the city streets and the impressively rich culture and panorama of arts adorning its galleries and museums.
To be in Beirut is to experience all that the past as well as the future has to offer and it is about finding yourself living the moment to the extreme with people who choose to love life as a first priority. Yes the Beirut feeling is contagious and it can leave you longing to go back with every single part of your being.
On a planet of duality, of dark and light, of day and night, of sunlight and moon light, there is an eternally repeating dance between two lovers. They long for each other desperately knowing that they will never be together longer than a single moment twice a day. It is a tragic epic of love, endless, where passion is never satisfied but only barely felt as a shiver, at dawn and at dusk. At dawn it rains tears of silver and at dusk it weeps a gold dust carried by the sandman day after day with a promise of meeting again the next day.
It is getting to the time of year when the days are shorter and the darkness starts to slowly creep closer and closer to merge with the light. It is the time when we like to bundle up with a blanket, a warm sweater and a cup of tea, to light a candle and be cozy inside our homes. And the darker it gets the more attractive lights become to us and the more comforting we find them to be. I love fairy lights and in China they are just everywhere and in all the color you can imagine. I am ready for Christmas early this year, it is in the air…
To wake up excited about a new day, to find something wonderful about any type of weather, to look at mud as a potential mud pie, to view a puddle as a chance at some great splash excitement, to laugh at funny things without any inhibition including a funny face or a very fat bum, to run around exploring until your fall down in an exhausted heap, to lay in bed after a long day feeling nothing but peace and an anticipation of a great and full tomorrow…
This is the love of life, mostly exclusively available in children sizes 1 to 12. Highly contagious to open minded adults.
This was one of the days that will have a highlight in my memories, for sure it will, and not only because I am for the first time posting iphone photos in my 365 project, but because it was a day that went off course. I was flying back from Geneva to Shanghai via Doha (Qatar), and the first leg of the flight was all well and smooth. Most of us fly so much these days that we only lend half an ear to the safety instruction videos or the bored crew members demonstrations at take-off. 3 hours into the second leg of the journey (Doha to Shanghai), the monitor screen caught my sleepy eye, “hmmm we are not supposed to be making circles are we”? And what is that jet of liquid flying out the wings? Should we be concerned? Why isn’t anyone saying anything?
And many details, questions, concerns, circling plane, jet fuel thrown out of the wings, 3 extra hours packed with mystery, we head back to where we came from. Of course, no one cared to explain what was going on, and the 250 or so passengers were dropped back at the airport utterly clueless and exhausted waiting for news on another flight.
There was of course a valid reason for the plane to turn around (a medical emergency on the flight), but I realized on this day the importance of being prepared, the value of proper people handling, the need for grace under pressure, all of which were close to non existent. It made me feel a great concern for the times we live in, and for who and what and who we put our lives at the mercy of. Do we trust too much because we have no choice? Are the people put in these critical positions worthy of our trust?
Yes, strange day and important day to rethink so many things, and a day to be forced out of my routine way of going on. A great book was finished too but that’s only a side story.
When the silvery day prepares to meet the golden night there is a moment of magic. It is like a desperate lover’s embrace, a holding on, knowing that they must soon be separated again. And in that moment of passion, golden sparks fly, a stillness descends on all who witness this daily miracle. It is the time of day that makes us sigh in awe of the magical planet we live on.
I met this beautiful lady in a little alley in Shanghai today. It was a very beautiful, clear, and sunny Spring day today and almost everyone I met was reflecting the warm sunshine.
I stopped to speak to this lady who was sitting quietly in the sun next to a few young ones (in their seventies) who were rolling papers for the Confucius temple near by. They all smiled and were very eager to tell me that she is 104 years old as if they were showing her off to the world. She just stared into my eyes for a while and did not complain at all about my camera. I let her see her image in the screen, to which she just smiled softly while the young ones giggled.
I simply cannot fathom what experiences her face has seen with the different chapters of China’s history unfolding in front of her eyes, and to then have this strange red haired weiguoren (foreigner) point a silly thing at her face to record her image.
Moments like these make me love life and give me so much inspiration…