Searching for home~

searching for home~ Edinburgh

searching for home~ Edinburgh

Ask me where I am from, where home is, and I find myself thinking before I answer you. This is the case for so many of us these days. We come from mixed race marriages, we leave our home countries, we live in a new place, we move again, we marry from yet another country and our children are left with a number of origins to choose from and call home. Recently someone asked my 7 year old niece where she was from, and she answered: “I am a Swiss/Lebanese/New Zealander and I live in UAE”, whereas my 9 year old daughter is a German/American/Lebanese who lives in China. Is this the face of new world citizenship and the age of planetary close connections and integration? I wonder…

Day 15~ June 15th~ Xinjiang

where is your playground?

 

To play where only earth, air, water and fire are your toys, to be chased by the wind, to chase the butterflies, to be tickled by the rays of the sun, and to become best friends with the planet you live on…

There could be no playground more ideal, and there could be no life more connected.

Photo taken: Kyrgyz bedouin children playing at the shores of lake Karakol

Day 10~ June 10th~ Xinjiang

closer to the heavens

They say when something is far from your eyes it is also far from your heart and mind…

I wonder about our lives in this century so often and how much of our lives are spent in boxes both inside our minds and inside our homes. All we have to do to be awed by nature is to see nature, and to feel the magnificence of the planet we call home. I have found that the most religious people I have ever met are those who choose to be close to the earth and to the sky, who choose the simple life instead of the complicated and who find their god in the open skies and in the tiniest of flowers. It is such a pity that most of us these days see our flowers on ipad and computer screens and how little chance we have to experience life with all of our senses.

photo taken: a couple of shepherds in the grasslands of Tashkurgan near the Pakistani border~ Xinjiang.

Day Two Hundred Seventy Four, October 23, 2011

man, boat and river

Yes life can be that simple.

No emails to answer, no phone calls to return, no papers to shuffle, no office politics to deal with, no new system software to wrap your mind around… imagine, a field of floating grass, a stick to pick it up with, a boat to load it on, a pile to make from it, and repeat, all day, till your work is done…

I can almost feel his peace of mind.

Day Two Hundred Fourty Five, September 24, 2011

love of life

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.

Day Two Hundred Twenty Six, September 5, 2011

Hello cow!

I arrived in Geneva today after long long hours on the plane and the first thing I felt like doing was to feel the land. I drove around the country side for more than one hour until I felt like stopping and I stopped on a dirt road where this cow was grazing with her cow friends. It is amazing how you can connect to the land and to a place through its nature and what lives in it. It is a clean connection, a silent greeting, a moment of quiet observation, and of just being with something. And the cows are a great and respected ,symbol in this land of cheese and chocolate. This lovely cow welcomed me today 🙂

Day Two Hundred Six, August 16, 2011

a magical little moment

It was somewhere in Germany and it was sunset. He was looking for wild berries with the other children, when suddenly something in the air above him caught his eye. It was the golden hour and the little magical thing was glowing like gold. He ran after it and I followed the two of them, the boy and the little golden thing that flies. And then suddenly in a split second it fell directly towards him and into his open little hands. It was a flying weed, a fluffy little white parachute that somehow conspired with the breeze to make his moment a special one. Maybe it happend because children are so special, or it could have happened because something wants to keep the magic alive. I am so glad to have witnessed it…

Day One Hundred Ninety Five, August 5, 2011

where do you go to to in your dreams?

Every night at the end of our day we are compelled to sleep. This is one law of nature no one has managed to overcome yet. And we trust; we trust that we will go into the unknown and that somehow we will be safe and we will wake up again. Our consciousness is dulled for the hours of our daily recharge and we seldom remember any of the journeys our mind takes during that time. Well we sometimes dream and that is a whole other mystery…

Day One Hundredn Ninety Four, August 4, 2011

boys toys

As a mother of an only daughter, I am fascinated with the differences between boys and girls and their varying natures. From a very early age, boys seem to be more ‘on the go’. It is as though they are always late for some appointment, they want to get there faster. I am almost certain it was a man who first invented the wheel and the practical woman who showed him how it works! But yes, boys love cars, planes, motorcycles, boats, speed…

photo: Little Leo with his truck in Marienbaum, Germany