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Day 17~ February 17th~ Lebanon

rusty memories

Do you remember your first best friend? Do you recall what you used to do for fun, what games you played, what made you happy? Do you remember your first day at school, your first fear, your first secret? Do you remember your first kiss, the first time your heart skipped a beat at the thought of someone?

All these early memories are hidden in Lebanon for me. The greet me each time I go back stirring a panorama of emotions that are soul deep. Going back is like stepping into a hall of mirrors, where you face yourself, all the different sides of you, your journey back into where it all began this time around…and it is not all butterflies and flowers.

photo: abandoned truck on the side of a mountain road in Lebanon

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Day one~February 1st~Lebanon

transparent secrets

Welcome to the start of a new journey, a journey through images, words, ponders, musings, stories, and moments.

I begin the first month in Lebanon, a tiny country whose heart pulses on the shores of the beautiful Mediterranea Sea, and whose veins throb with history and with tales of passion and of wars, a place that is so painfully beautiful it can make a strong man cry.

Yes, I must start there, in the place that witnessed my first breath, my first tears, my first laugh, my first dream, my first inspiration and my first love. And it is the place that holds the richest of my childhood memories as well as the most terrible of nightmarish secrets. Those secrets I will keep in the walls of its old cities, and only tell you of the beauty and of the wonder that is Lebanon.

And this world, in its most kind and generous way, gives me an extra day this year, a 29th day of February to tell an extra story.

Let the journey begin…

summer butterflies

photos: an abandoned home in Douma, a small mountain village and summer butterflies in the field of the cedars mountains in North Lebanon.