Beirut Tanniversary Poem 2014 Trip

Arous al Bahr

August 1, 2015 • Ibn Battuta Travels

This year it has been the 10th year of my love for Beirut. Not only for Beirut, but also for Saida, Baalbeck, Jounieh, Trablous, and many small mountain villages… and the smallest of the stones next to the sea…

Because I strongly believe in core desired feelings, I’d rather give memories of feelings within moments..

This is the place where…

  • tons of small diaries have been written, which are now waiting to be poured into a published book..
  • I discovered that my eyes need to see esthethic beauty… not just once in a while, but every day. That THAT is the artist in me that needs to stay awake and that THAT feeds the other wolves in the group: I can’t resist it.
  • Where ‘amelie’-actions and ‘magnetism-of-energy-between-people’ are normal…
  • I grew up into a lady…
  • I have learned more about my lifetime fascination for ‘evil’ (Hannah Arendt), when I entered the Palestinian refugee camp Shatila in 2004 for the first time, and listened to the people’s horror stories..
  • I became a poet of the soul, in the footsteps of Khalil Gibran, after visiting his grave in 2004 in the beautiful mountains, and then understood the source of his muze…
  • ‘expanded possibility thinking’ comes alive and keeps on staying alive.. abundance… ‘there is enough for everybody’-thinking… because Allah provides..
  • I cried next to the mediterranean sea (at ‘Cafe Arous al Bahr’)… and where the sea comforted me back…
  • We, together with the Beirutis, have experienced the pain of ‘waiting’ during a devastating war (2006)…
  • I learned that no matter what happens in my life, Lebanon always comforts me with its best medicine, and lifts me up…
  • I learned that whatever I was searching for in my life, it always was related to freedom… Not material freedom, but being a ‘freeminder’ where nobody can influence your authentic self…
  • I realized that most of my friends have been to Lebanon with me 😉
  • I hoped for many dreams to come true, and felt fearless in that… unstoppable.. idealistic… ‘Love as if you have never been hurt-mentality’ of Rumi…
  • I feared the moment to get in any airplane that would remove me from Beirut… a pain in the chest.. and again crying during take-off…
  • I recognized that humour is my life-giving water, because nothing is worth taking too seriously…
  • I learned the liberating wisdom that ‘suffering is not necessary’, it is all about passion (so: not balance)…
  • I loved Arabic language deeply, as the language that speaks to the heart…
  • “We love to see people win..”

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