Sometimes to fly high we first have to elevate our goals and aim beyond the ordinary shedding our fears along the way.
Day 69 of 365~
Image taken today at Insel Hombroich in Germany
In the speed train that is our lives, it feels so good to make a pause, survey the terrain, look at where we have been, evaluate the journey traveled so far and decide on the direction of our next steps.
These blog posts are my daily pause. What is yours?
Day 44 of 365~
Images are of my daughter in Germany taken a couple of months ago.
coloring the sky
happy people attract essences
door to the rainbow
coloring the unseen
Too small to be divided, too large to be swallowed, too beautiful to be ignored, too charming to be forgotten… and oh the way the sun kisses my Lebanon…
Manna-hata, the original name of Manhattan from the Lenape language, translates to the land of many hills, but I also heard it referred to as the island of drunkenness. Perhaps all that has happened on that small island if put together and condensed to one single film, it would be the strangest movie ever made. Magnetic city, it will always be that to me.
Incredible how fast the time moves in certain aspects of our lives and in others it stands still. Here I am in month 8 of this 365 project and I feels like I only just began. We have travelled together to 7 different countries with daily posts, photos, words and impressions and I loved every comment I received from you, every like made me smile and it just pushed me on further into my daily contemplations. My journey was going to go deeper into Asia this month, but then Tuscany compelled me so much to dive into its photos and relive the beauty of its large skies, the smell of its delicious food, the charm of its friendly people, so I opted to be flexible in my plans and travel back to Tuscany.
I hope you will enjoy this month’s impressions that will be quite different from what came before.
to each child their playground
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 milk, and creating a small world from moss, stones and twigs. It is no different in Cambodia. I saw children creating games that fit their environment and adapting to make the most of what is available to them. The children I saw in the floating village had not heard of ipads or nintendo yet, and their fun appears to be just as great if not greater than our children’s in the west.
photo taken: boy running back on forth between the stilt raised structures in the Tonle Sap floating village
what color is your smoke screen?
Smoke screens, we all have them, don’t we? We present a face to the world, an identity, an image, a made up representation of who we want others to think we are. It is often rougher than we are, sharper, tougher, with an edge and with a certain amount of vagueness. We protect our inner self, our true self and we only show it in our most vulnerable of moments. It is quite a pity to have to go through life in this way, in a constant state of self defense. And when we can find someone that allows us to be who we really are, we hold on to them for dear life. Yes, with true friends, smoke screens are not required.
Photo taken: Sasha in a doorway of a broken down room
farewell to the magic beach
Today was our last day in Boracay, and the island has gifted us the best weather possible on this last day. The sun was shining the whole day, the water was glistening clear blue, filled with fish and little sea creatures. Even the moon was a beautiful glowing picture book crescent. We could not ask for a better day. My daughter and her friend bid farewell to the beautiful beach right before sunset.