Category Archives: Healing
Out of the Chrysalis
Sometimes I close my eyes and try to recollect the person I was before the coming of pain, before my life became an open register of suffering, not my own suffering but the suffering of others, which inevitably took on … Continue reading
Syria needs a sea change into something rich and strange.
I need to dream. Last night, the full moon rose in golden glory and touched the sea with rare splendour. There was a strange beauty in the moonlit waves and the luminous night, a beauty that made me whisper: everything … Continue reading
Let there be light, let there be love. I keep thinking that when the guns are silent and the Syrians are given the chance to decide their future that the breeding of thousands of years in the lap of civilization … Continue reading