Now that March eventually vanished… And April fools back in their box,
Mother Earth can reclaim her rights, at least today on this island. The mechanics of our atmosphere and its relation with our solar system, in terms of climate & weather, is something man cannot grasp fully or control. Hence the many myths, predictions and daily topics of discussion among ourselves! Like many of you, I keep an eye on the garden, and since we can but accept the many faces of the sky, I keep my toes & fingers crossed until the last days of my life!
Those final days of March were both exciting and prolific. Concentrated around a weekend of poetry & cultural celebration orchestrated in Lerwick, my nomad mind wandered around the middle eastern part of the world, as soon as I started to share thoughts and ask questions to Choman on separate occasions. We spoke of her native Kurdish world, of its customs, beauty and scars… Re-ignited many pictures and emotions in an attempt to understand. Choman speaks of her world as both a philospher and poet in a very clear & objective voice. As a historian, I too am used to a myriad of images and reports from a western viewpoint but when one digs inside it all and taps inside other places, the other side of the mirror becomes understandable and clearer too. By this I understand, local culture and place of man on Earth. I still remember Choman evoking specific habits (such as that of sleeping on the roof during summer in spite of being eaten alive by mosquitoes!); memories of home. And when asked what kind of music she listens to, Choman whispers a taste for both her Kurdish music and The Cranberries… She is and feels a nomad in her heart. All in all, rich moments of sharing around a table in Lerwick that ignited errance in the world. Set politics aside and then the real world unveils itself to us. Please do click on the following link for further enlightenment: crossing the bridge