The more we learn, the less we know. As we open doors to unknown territory with our questions, (as we quest more ions), we realize how much more there is to know. A beautiful day on the beach is a starry night at a different time of the day and what seems to be truth is just another facet of the great unknown.
The magic lies in the journey and not the destination, as we, in our impatience and need for instant gratification seem to forget.
Day 60 of 365~
Image taken in magical New Zealand with my daughter
Is it in the temples of Asia, or the mountain churches of Lebanon, the faraway tribes of Africa, or the monasteries of tibet? Is it in mosques? Is it with soothsayers? Is it with the self proclaimed healers and seers? Is it in the holy cities of our world? Is it in the secret science labs? Do our world leaders possess it?
Or is it inside each one of us waiting to be touched?
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
Do you ever wonder who you are, where you came from and what your real purpose for being on this planet is? Do you ever question life’s most confronting mysteries, and those questions that no one has ever been able to give you a reasonable answer to? It is a haunting that makes life seem as though it hangs somewhere on a cloud between reality and dreams. Sometimes seeing another person’s face and looking into their eyes can cause all these questions to flood back into my mind begging for answers.
The most baffling thing about ancient history is the search for the real reasons as to why the ancients did what they did…
After being amazed, impressed and dazzled by a 7km avenue in Luxor lined perfectly with sphinxes, I had to ask myself the question: “why would they do that?” It seems far too precise to be a whim of an architect, or the egoistic wish of a king, too well planned to not have a greater purpose. I had a similar feeling walking in between the avenues of megalithic rocks in Carnac, France, where huge megalithic rocks were transported from far away places and placed in rows, tens of kilometers long at equal distances to form avenues across fields and valleys.
I am not really looking for answers as much as I am enjoying the search for them. The process of asking with all the awe and wonderment is what makes history so attractive, to mystery dream, to be lost in the search for truth…
Recently there has been a growing and intense fascination with the small worlds of little creatures in our home. Every day, Lea makes sure she has a little cup or container that she takes to school with her just in case a bug of some sort shows itself that day. Then after school she makes plans with her friends to meet outside and search for more bugs. They collect boxes to make homes for them filled with soil, leaves, straws in case they need to breathe and they are of course given names. I had to join the search party today and it was amazing to see how different life is when you force yourself to see the small worlds, the places inside the grass, between flower petals, in the soil, under rocks… it is a whole universe waiting to be discovered. I love the curiosity of children and their persistence at finding what they are searching for. So our bug fact books are out and we are ready for the summer adventures to come!