Spring Waning Seed Moon
It’s dry here. We need rain for the crops and for the flowers and the trees. I don’t care about the lawn.
The tours this morning shoud be fun. I’m going in a new direction with the calligraphy and it’s one I can pursue for a while. In fact, I’m sending for a few books on calligraphy. I already have ink stick, ink stone, brushes and rice (mulberry) paper. These are the four treasures of the literati study, but I’ve never used them. Now I will.
Watched a touching movie on the Independent Film Channel last night, The Syrian Bride. A woman, a Druze Syrian, lives in the Golan Heights, formerly part of Syria, or, still part of Syria depending on whether you’re Israeli or Syrian. Therein lies the story line as the bride has a match with a television personality in Syria. She has to cross the border to get married but many problems ensue, both within the family and at the border.
In the end Mona, the bride, solves the problem by walking across the border with no one’s permission. Her sister Alma, likewise, walks away from her husband, presumably toward a long-denied university education. Worth a watch.