Wings and Roots
This year, I gave myself a gift. I waited for it to arrive before MAKING THIS BLOG POST.
I wanted to make sure my gratitude and my joy are expressed in these lines. My gift for myself is a print of an aerial photograph from a site dear to my heart and right out of my childhood. The West Bekaa Valley of Lebanon where my grandparents lived and where I spent all my summers and holidays through my late teenage years. I also lived and went to school in the West Bekaa during the Lebanese civil war.
The more I contemplate the amazing landscape in this photo, the more I realize why I fell in love with it the second I laid eyes on it. I feel its power and symbolism. Through its vibrant colors and the life and fertility it represents, I keep finding keys to who I truly am and where I come from. I will be talking about all that in classes and blog posts in the coming year. My Mom passed away in 2020 and my roots were shaken as a result. She is the daughter of the fertile, beautiful and bountiful Bekaa. She left me with an immense inheritance of resilience, patience, and love for life and humanity, all qualities of this Bekaa Valley. This photo speaks to me as my Mom did through the cycle of her life and death. This moment in time captured from the sky – as if my Mom’s view of her homeland -- speaks of the energy we are, past, present, and future! My ancestors, my roots, my base, my past, and my path, are well represented together in one photo.