post 253/365
They sit, regardless of where they are, sharing a common love of the arts, weaving with colored threads that expand and retract in a space that seems lost in time. Their nimble fingers working while a certain peaceful silence hovers above encompassing them in their work. Weaving, an art that has been forever been installed in the fabric of the crafts of this land, is still alive.
post 252/365
The lake is a serene presence. It lies softly oblivious as the sky reflects its hues of blues reaching all the way to the heavens. Somehow they amalgam as one creating a tableau of nature unchanged in what feels like eternity, reflecting the true beauty of Lebanon’s nature.
post 251/365
In the early morning, it tips its head back with valor. The Iris Sofrana peels back her feeble generous petals with drops and folds of lilac streaked canvas. Her elegant anatomy, stripped from the neck down, stands gracefully. Reaching skywards, ribbed with natural frill, raw with the colors of flower flesh white tiger stripes and purple veins, it curls towards the ground like tears and lifts up like laughter. Her petals cover her heart, the center of its being as if to contain some sacred secret that is gently holding at her bosom.
post 250/365
There are places that you remember, not particularly because they have a lavish décor but because there is something quite humane about them.
post 249/365
Candles flickering almost in slow motion casting shadows upon the walls, the music is playing as all eyes are set on the center of the room. You see her from a distance, moving with a seductive grace, a vision of pure beauty. Her body sways in unison with her glorious hips.
post 248/365
Have you ever stopped to stare at the trees? How they lightly sway in the gentle breeze? They withstand with such grace their consistent fate.
post 247/365
To be thankful is to be grateful. To utter the gratitude with inherent emotions and praise is showing your appreciation for a job well done. At the end of day aren’t we all looking for excellence in labor combined with good work ethics?
post 246/365
“Lebanon’s exceptional location and its singular morphology have contributed to making it a hub of botanic biodiversity. It is one of the nuclear centers of genetic species of wheat, barley, lentils and vetch, their cultivation dating back more than 5,000 years. Other agricultural species originating from Lebanon include olives, figs, grapes, pomegranates and carob. Foods made from these plants lie at the basis of the local culinary traditions.
post 245/365
Towards a limitless cloudy sky, where the clouds hang beneath your feet in mercy of a day’s end, the gaze is drawn upward to the distant long summit. One could measure the tips of the mountaintops peak to peak with their small hands. Minuscule they stand, those tiny mounds. Yet up close they tower high, peaks in clouds in mystery and shroud, far and high, they reside.
post 244/365
“Your children are not your children.
They are sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you.
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls…
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
Khalil Gebran, The Prophet
365 Days of Lebanon 