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 Two Hundred Fourty Four, September 23, 2011

roots

This is Lea, she is 7 years old, she was born in Germany, lived there for 2 years, moved to Shanghai and has been living there for 5 + years. Her parents are a mix of Lebanese, German and American. She holds both the  German and the  American passports. When you ask Lea where she is from she has to think of the best answer to give you and in which language to deliver it. Most of Lea’s friends are just as mixed if not more and most have a hard time tracing back their roots.

I imagine what the world was like prior to integration and mixed race marriages. I wonder what this phenomenon of crisscrossed roots is causing on our planet. Everything that happens here is causative of something, a shift of balances. Our roots have a great influence on who we are, so I wonder what kind of role  all this mixing plays in our lives and in our destinies.

Lea has developed a great fascination with the desert the last few days and is determined that she will move there and ride a camel to school every day. Is that one of her roots activating? The root that made her hair curl suddenly in the last year?

 

Day One Hundred Seventy Two, July 13, 2011

What makes the Chinese a Chinese?

We live on the same planet, breathe the same air, drink the same water, are subject to the same natural laws, and still we humans can look and be so completely different. What is it that makes the Chinese a Chinese, the African an African, the German a German, the Indian and Indian…

Why do we have different color skins, why do we have different body types, different eye shapes, different nose sizes, do you ever think about that? Is it the radiation from the land we originally were born on? Is it that we are from different planetary origins? What is it? Another ponder I love to be with…

photo taken: a Chinese model being prepared for a the runway during a fashion show in Shanghai University

Day four, January 26, 2011

yes to people of all colors

Today I went to the children’s market in Shanghai’s Pu’an lu and there I found among many interesting subjects these colorful chopsticks with the goofy smily faces 🙂

They made me think of the world and its people of so many colors, shapes, religions, traditions, ethnicities and to dream…

Yes, I dream of a world where all people of all colors are joined in a single purpose and not wasting their precious gifts of brain, acumen, intelligence, possibilities in games of war, power struggle, ego feeding and the departure from true human purpose.

I dream…