All stories have a beginning...The Book of Journeys began in Madison, WI, a reaction to the long, dark months of a Midwestern winter. And from that simple beginning a tale was born which has travelled to the shores of West Africa and the mountains of the Middle East. It is a tale of travels and of fate.
It was supposed to be an orderly work, a thing of chapters, of specific purpose. To make sense of things which perplexed us. But, like all good journeys, it found its own way. Chapters sprawled beyond their borders, roads were taken which led nowhere. Ultimately, it became as much about our own journey as those we sought to chronicle. Metaphorical as much physical. And, again like so many journeys, it is - currently - endless. We continue to explore the nature of migration, of the ceaseless spirit of the human soul.
These explorations take the form of narratives. The first chapter: Where the earth first touched my skin explored economic migration using the work of the Moroccan traveller Ibn Battutah as a conceptual framework. The second is still in progress but is based on the Syrian refugee crisis and its affect in the Middle East and beyond. Several projects have arisen from it, but the work here reflects life in Lebanon amid the swirling chaos. A novel, examining the experience of Syrian women refugees using a framework of mythology and fairytale, is also currently in development. The third: The Jinn Palace delves into the realms of narratives crossing borders and cross-cultural conversations.