Day 26~ October 26th~ Yunnan

a generous smile~ Yunnan

Have you ever noticed how we walk sometimes in the cities with small clouds hanging around our heads, that the shine of our smiles has a very hard time breaking through? We move as though we are troubled by so many invisible phantoms that prevent us from responding humanly to others that pass us by. But when we meet simple people in simple places, there is just us, them and their reaction. Most often it is a big generous smile that glows and its warmth is able to reach us and force a mutual reaction from our faces. And it does feel so good to exchange these smiles with the people of the world where no words are necessary.

Day 15~ June 15th~ Xinjiang

where is your playground?

 

To play where only earth, air, water and fire are your toys, to be chased by the wind, to chase the butterflies, to be tickled by the rays of the sun, and to become best friends with the planet you live on…

There could be no playground more ideal, and there could be no life more connected.

Photo taken: Kyrgyz bedouin children playing at the shores of lake Karakol

Day 13~ May 13th~ Cambodia

the little girl in Ta Prohm

Finding yourself in a temple like Ta Prohm with its mysterious stone structures, the large banyan trees that are reclaiming the architecture and devouring it back into the earth is a kind of mystical experience. I was there wandering between the ancient walls when I heard a rustle behind the trees, I looked over and I saw a beautiful pair of eyes following me around. I approached slowly and a slow exchange began to happen between the little girl who owned those eyes and me. The hesitancy gradually gave way to smiles, the distrust to trust and we ended up walking together silently. At the end of my visit, the little fairy of Ta Prohm granted me the chance of a portrait to treasure for years to come.

Day 25~ April 25th~ Congo

driven by angels

I like to think that there are special angels assigned for each child that is born to this planet, to guide them, watch over them and shower them with buckets full of joy when life get rough…

Glowing smiles, shiny eyes, boundless energy, these things are not what I expected to see in the children of a war ravaged country like Congo. But children are just incredible, aren’t they? They seem to be plugged into an entirely different power source to to the one we are connected to as adults. They never seem to tire, they can run for hours, the can laugh madly about the silliest things, they can jump, sing and react with no inhibition in a safe circumstance and yes, they are like that even in Congo.

Day One Hundred Seventy Eight, July 19, 2011

from marmalade to stone soup

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 home made marmalade. Then this girl found it, filled it with bugs, then bugs were set free and she filled it with bird bones dug out of holes in the ground, then it was filled with bird feathers, and finally it became the jar that housed a ‘green perfume’, and finally a ‘stone soup’!

A normal afternoon in the life of a 7 year old…