We live in a universe where nothing is ever still. All is moving at different speeds from the slow to the mind boggling, inconceivably fast. Even in sleep, parts of us travel, they dream, they journey into worlds unknown. In the minutest of worlds, protons and neutrons are pulsing and living.
To travel in mental faculties, in heart, in soul and in art…
We live to search and we spend our whole life looking for its meaning. I love that fact. I strive to be in the wonder of the quest itself not minding what I find or what remains a mystery. Life is filled with magic and I feel so lucky to feel it every single day. Truth is such an enigma and I wonder if we are ever meant to find it or to just dwell on the process.
Some random thoughts on the eve of the Chinese New Year~ Shanghai
Every little girl is a princes in her own right, she dreams of castles, fairies and forests filled with magical spirits, and she in the middle of all that wonder shines brilliantly…
Everywhere you look in Lebanon, you find layers of history and ages superimposed upon ages, telling stories of kings, princes and rulers that left their mark on this small country. About 50 km south east of the capital Beirut, lies a small village on the shoulders of the Chouf mountains, and I have always been caught by its name: Beit ed-Din (house of religion, or house of faith). Besides its natural charm, the village is home to a beautiful palace. In the Druz area of Lebanon, the emir(prince) Bachir Chehab the second ordered the building of the palace by arab masons as well as Italian architects, which gave the building the distint style of traditional arab masonry mixed with a touch of baroque. Today the palace is partly open to the public and partly serves as a presidential summer residence.
The more I write about Lebanon, the more I realize that it would take years to tell its story with me and my story with it…
