A Thousand Words

Welcome to my random musings about the world, on a weekly-to-occasional basis.

Where we are: We’re still in Yerevan, getting caught up on a long list of busy-work.

A Thousand Words

I’ve spent the past few days studying photos in the news. Western North Carolina is close to my heart—Lee went to college in Asheville, and for years our summers revolved around how much time we could manage to spend in the area. For a long time I kept an annual pass to Biltmore House. I even wrote a novel set in Asheville.

So I’ve searched the photos, hoping not to see the names of places I know so well, but on Tuesday, I finally saw a photo of Edneyville, the tiny little town that was our mountain home. My heart sank.

I opened up the Notes app on my phone, and wrote this sentence: ‘I love that part of the world. I love the scenery, the people, the farmer’s markets, the restaurants, the vibe.’

And then I moved on to the next article in the newspaper, about the violent conflagration that has spilled into Lebanon. I saw pictures of the Bekaa Valley, a beautiful patch of green in eastern Lebanon.

I opened up the Photos app on my phone, and pulled up my own picture of the Bekaa Valley, taken from the window of the women’s restroom at an ancient monastery. We had stopped to see it, on our way to the museum/former home of the poet Khalil Gibran, just up the road. That’s the photo you see above.

Then I looked at the sentence I had just written. ‘I love that part of the world. I love the scenery, the people, the farmer’s markets, the restaurants, the vibe.’

And I thought, isn’t that always the truth?

And I felt sad.

Take care,

Lisa

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