Oh my freaking word! This is so funny. I am crying over here.
My Brother and his family came over today to visit with sweet moves and perfect middle-eastern minor cords coming off them. The great GoRemy is now a favorite.
I wish I had seen this before reuniting with my family from Lebanon yesterday at my parents home. They are just in from Beruit and, my word! The stories they live. I am glad GoRemy will bring a smile to their faces. They are in a terrible war and live yet with hope, although death is all around them.
“Why are you going back?!” I asked them.
I wanted to wrap each them up in some filo dough and take them home with me forever.
I cannot explain exactly why they are going back soon. Who can explain the reasons why we each want to be home. Reading, “Sarah, Plain and Tall,” by Patricia MacLachlan, with my kids the other day, I remembered their fight with the land that betrayed them during the dust bowl. I remembered their dad, as if he were my own, running out into the hard weather to save what he could. They were hungry, overworked, thirsty and looking at each other for meaning. Their fear of losing what they loved was as intense as their fear of any disaster.
“Caleb Witting: Seal was worried. The house is too small, we thought, and I am loud and pesky. Anna Witting: We thought you might be leaving us because you miss the sea.
Sarah Wheaton: Well, I’ll always miss my old home, but the truth of it is, I’d miss you more.”
And I guess for my relatives, it is no less of a conflict.
I hope you enjoy “The Tobouli Song,” with us and think about your own story. Keep on.
Self-Care Tip: Explore what makes you go back.
Questions: What makes you return… Or not? What do you call home and why? Please tell us your own story of what is worth it to you.