Day Fifty

Golden Anniversary

for 50 days of blogging,

seeing that it might not reach

the 50 year anniversary.

If it does though, 

I really do hope I remember to link this blog post to that!

...Blogging is something so flexible yet so insightful;

you can choose what to write

yet you write it the way -you- see it

it gets delivered in your own package

and the reader received whatever has been packed.

People who have experienced the same day

will give a completely 

different 

collection of events and feelings.

And that's pretty amazing;

pretty much like real life,

where you see one thing

and the other sees an other.

So this blog post is dedicated to perceptions

and how the blog

intensifies them;

brings them to life;

or sugar-coats them.

A blog will also ask for 

reflection.

It has helped me over the past 50 days

to look back in the day and

remember,

relive,

and appreciate

the sweet gestures,

snappy replies,

honest looks,

and 

warm hugs.

And it is now teaching me to take 

none 

too seriously.

For they are all

expressions 

of the moment.

And whatever you give focus to

grows.

So I'm glad

whatever needs to grow more will;

and whatever needs to die will;

inshallah.

Day FourtyOne

Go by feeling.

It will always take you somewhere nice.

It's past lay-in time and I decide to get up and go to the supermarket.

I'm on a mission to get those Crispy Nut cereal 

that I haven't had in months.

I pick the wrong pack cz there's many versions of them but

only realise when I'm back at the hostel.

I have some anyway.

I go by feeling, go by feeling

and we end up at Sifi

for lunch 

with Sarah.

I go by feeling, go by feeling

and we make it to our first

contemporary 

dance class

with Nina.

I go by feeling, I go by feeling

and I explore a side of myself

which is more

etheric

and 

free

than

I 

ever knew.

We dance in circles,

walk in lines

and roll in 

stars.

I'm grounded,

I think of now.

I'm elevated 

I think of where I want to be.

I go by feeling, I go by feeling

and I'll be gone

with Feeling.

Day ThirtyFour

Duce,

(Middle age French Canadian)

got a phone today.

Mohammed,

(19yr old cute Egyptian)

got his grades today.

Christina,

(young dynamic German)

is ill today.

Alex,

(PhD student with manners)

had his favourite manaeish today.

Zeed,

(Dutch Iranian cool dude)

had chicken today.

Johanna,

(young friendly German)

checked out today.

Ed,

(young English boy with Master's)

got a refund today.

Michael,

(Egyptian designer)

got Dubai working visa today.

I,

(cool Cypriot)

got the blues today.

Jay,

(Canadian legend)

got a flight today.

Day Sixteen

Cedars.

Lebanese cedar is a popular and precious tree growing in Lebanon.

This is also the tree featured on the Lebanese flag.

Cedars are common for other regional countries yet they are all specific of location. For instance, cedars grow in Cyprus, Troodos mountain as well as Turkey, Taurus mountain

but they each have their own unique characteristics.

I get inspired and look into it a bit more.

It looks like before this flag Lebanon had the Persian flag which was also common for Cyprus and Turkey.

I start imagining how it must have been for all to be under Persian rule

 and I figure that migration, race mix and same culture are a few of the elements that have connected this region.

Although politically a lot has changed, I find my Cypriot self and half Persian girl friend completely grounded in the land between our own.

We met in Lebanon,

on a coincidental or otherwise magnetic draw

to our current home.

The past has brought us together

through familiarity of

migration

race mix

and

same culture

and we are now standing together;

growing like 

cedars

and

exchanging seeds.