Hmm. #messagesfrombeirut (only reflecting a thought process occurring there..)
"Make the words yours. If your eyes would speak, what would they say?"
The Book Thief
Love them or hate them wholeheartedly, lets all be clear about one thing: heels are one hell of a sadistic invention! #shoes #beirut #Lebanon #fashion #torture
It is. (That sign was speaking to me). #truth #beirut #messagesfrombeirut
Good morning people. I will do this, because the years bring a much greater appreciation to the scrumptious details of life, and the rest doesn’t matter. So here is this.
I have had a great year and much of the credit goes to the mad place where I live. This city is an on-going assault on the senses that keeps me always on my toes, and I love it. I can’t be bored here even if I plan it.
It’s been a constant stream of real people who have given it all colour and texture; old friends rediscovered (thanks to the one hour flight from Cairo); new ones who found their place in my life with such ease, it must have always been there; countless nameless heroes I meet through my work all the time; a four year old niece who will make any hard-headed a believer in evolution (seeing how the genes have clearly improved); all nudging my peripheries, expanding them in unexpected ways. When it comes to people in my life, it’s always been the best.
Years later, I love life and surrendered to that fact. And it must have realised, because it seems to have quit the wrestling and just loves me back.
There is no destiny. We make the best of what comes our way, or we don’t.
I am 34 today and feel right up there on a high. No sight of down-hills anywhere close. And it’s a matter of choice.
Antsy today. Great compilation for future reference.
Apparently it was Buddha who said that…
An excerpt from Forty Rules of Love, by Elif Shafak
Bountiful is your life, full and complete. Or so you think, until someone comes along and makes you realize what you have been missing all this time. Like a mirror that reflects what is absent rather than present, he shows you the void in your soul—the void you have resisted seeing. That person can be a lover, a friend, or a spiritual master. Sometimes it can be a child to look after. What matters is to find the soul that will complete yours.
It’s as if for years on end you compile a personal dictionary. In it you give your definition of every concept that matters to you, such as “truth,” “happiness,” or “beauty.” At every major turning point in life, you refer to this dictionary, hardly ever feeling the need to question its premises. Then one day a stranger comes and snatches your precious dictionary and throws it away. “All your definitions need to be redefined,” he says. “It’s time for you to unlearn everything you know.” And you, for some reason unbeknownst to your mind but obvious to your heart, instead of raising objections or getting cross with him, gladly comply.
Intellect ties people in knots and risks nothing, but love dissolves all tangles and risks everything. Intellect is always cautious and advises, ‘Beware too much ecstasy,’ whereas love says, ‘oh, never mind! Take the plunge!’ Intellect does not easily break down, whereas love can effortlessly reduce itself to rubble. But treasures are hidden among ruins. A broken heart hides treasures.”
Shams of Tabriz, The forty rules of love (Elif Shafak’s novel)
The Milky Way and the Northern Lights dwarfed Thoroughfare Mountain (Denali National Park) last night in a grand display.
Photo by Daniel A. Leifheit
Aurora! When light manifests itself with grace. If I could choose my name, that would be it. Aurora. (Only it doesn’t work in my native language very well).
One of the most beautiful natural phenomenas (maybe the most beautiful); I must make a trip and see it one day. I should start planning.
Ok, but how?!
#istanbul #laundry #rustic #spiderman