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Amongst the beautiful sceneries through cedar, juniper and pine forests, the trail that seems to be hidden away from civilization will open up to a view of pure natural beauty.
post 254/365
Amongst the beautiful sceneries through cedar, juniper and pine forests, the trail that seems to be hidden away from civilization will open up to a view of pure natural beauty.
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.
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“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
post 243/365
I said the matter is love
She said alas love!
I said there is a cure
She said there is none, my eyes
I said I am going to go mad and leave this land
She said there is no land without love
I said I will weep
She said in vain
I said I am going to go mad
She said ah mere words
I said I will vent my sorrows
She said mere words
I said I will moan
She said others have tried
I said where is the compassion?
She said it has been folded away
Sabah & Wadih el Safi
post 242/365
Sitting atop the mountain, overlooking the deep blue sea beneath, a light breeze strolling along the narrow path that leads to the little chapel below, stands saydet el nourieh church, “ our lady of the light.” Fenced with lush greenery and trees, standing between the sky and within hands reach of the Mediterranean, it seems like it is suspended right above the sea.
post 241/365
Some products have withstood the test of time because they are simply beautiful products. Molasses, dark, golden brown or velvety red colored, heavily textured is one such ingredient. The way it flows and glides along the spoon into a dish is a vision for food lovers and enthusiasts.
post 240/365
As twilight softly kisses the horizon, a sturdy breeze plays mischievously in this derelict beauty only a short distance from the center of Tripoli, to the south of the city, bordering enormous, intense apartments blocs. Forgotten domes and empty seats are taken captive by the resilient flowers that grow amidst this deserted space. Like little shreds of hope they peek out just above the ground, holding firmly to the dream of what was once an almost picturesque reality that has drifted into abandonment.
post 239/365
Language propels everyday life and keeps us in touch with one another. One of our biggest assets as a culture and as a nation is a deep-seated, culturally cultivated humor that pervades every nook and cranny of our public discourse. Comedy is effective in altering our outlook and behavior, sometimes without us even realizing it.