Mimo Khair Creative

Tag: nature

  • Day 23~ August 23rd~ Boracay

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    My 8 year old daughter is fascinated by supernatural phenomena and is constantly asking about way a person can become a wizard. I have found that the best way to answer her constant questioning is by turning her to the best teacher of all, nature. I have put her to the task of collecting examples…

  • Day 15~ May 15th~ Cambodia

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    Nature always finds a way to erode away human traces on its surfaces around the planet. In the temples of Angkor Wat, like in this old one in Ta Prohm, nature’s ways are not very subtle. The magnificent banyan trees just march over the great temples with their large trunks and extend their roots to…

  • Day 7~ May 7th~ Cambodia

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    There is a magical thing about children, which is the ability to use anything around them for creating a unique playground. I remember playing near our house in a Lebanese village jumping down a terraced field from one level to another hoping that no bones were broken, and making glue from tree sap and flower…

  • Day 2~ March 2nd~ Egypt

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    I went to Egypt with hundreds of questions and came back with thousands. Egypt lives in children’s imaginations as the world of fantasy, of pharaohs, of mummies, of pyramids, of kings, of power, of ankhs, and I am yet to meet a child who hears about Egypt without falling prey to its enchantment. Ancient Egypt…

  • Day Three Hundred Thirty, December 18, 2011

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    Three airports, two airplanes, 2 cars, 3 cafes and about 20 hours from door to door, Lea could not think of staying more than 2 minutes behind another closed door. Out to nature and straight into exploration she went. Her behavior reminded me of the time in New York when I adopted 2 cats and…

  • Day Two Hundred Fourty Six, September 25, 2011

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    At the end of summer so many little funerals are held in the great church that is nature. Flowers die, leaves  wear their ceremonial dress of color as they sway gently to face their  inevitable end, grains are harvested and their stems left to dry and return to the earth. So yes, “everything returns to…

  • Day Two Hundred Five, August 15, 2011

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    “Twinky doo, a fairy true, bathed in a light, most shimmering blue, on buttercups dance, think: can you?” A song I once learned, and a fence that brought it out of my memories to shimmer on the surface of my mind…

  • Day Two Hundred, August 10, 2011

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    Someone once said: “you are born alone, and you die alone” True words that cannot be argued. We arrive here alone, fragile, bewildered. We depend on our parents our caregivers to help us get through the first years, we search for companions along the journey to take away our loneliness and in the very end…

  • Day One Hundred Seventy Nine, July 20, 2011

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    The fields are so much richer in impressions than television, the forests are so much prettier than video games, the bugs are so much more interesting than electronic toys, the smells of nature are so much more intense and more pleasant than plastic smells of toys made in factories, the air is so much more…

  • Day One Hundred Seventy Eight, July 19, 2011

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    Once upon time there was a glass jar. It was created in a factory and fitted with a tin lid. The jar was filled with factory made marmalade of strawberry picked from German fields. The marmalade was enjoyed over many wonderful family breakfasts over buttered bread. The jar was finally emptied, washed and refilled with…