The Mountains

It’s been a while since I last blogged and think it’s time to elaborate on the experiences that I’ve been having. Iv’e been traveling up and down the Armo Land the last couple of weeks and I’m falling in love with the place. It has the most amazing mountains… the entire landscape is surrounded by mountains and their mystical qualities. I’ve also visited a lot of old churches and been wondering where the spirits are? Unfortunately they feel very empty to me, these amazing churches which stood the time, the climate and numerous wars and yet they feel bland, tired and as if they don’t want to be there. They do not tell their stories… I am not sure why that is the case? I’m hoping that when I do get back and look at my photos I will learn more about their history and will find their magic… The mountains, on the other hand, have great mystery and their mystic powers do transient through time and space. They are gr8. They represent resilience, change, power, strength and dignity. It is difficult to be in their presence and not feel their power all over the land. I see them all the time and I want to see more of them. I feel so blessed to have traveled and seen some of the most gorgeous sceneries ever. And yet all Armenians, specially in Diaspora, are in-love with Ararat and Masis. Diaspora Armenians will spent thousands of dollars to buy land that has Ararat view. The mountains, Ararat and Masis, have this belonging. They want to come home but they are not allowed. They are part of the occupied land and for me they represent the refugees who live in the western world and have all the modern luxuries of their adopted land but they do not belong. All Armenians want both Ararat and Masis to belong to us again and this want is not just for us, but for the mountains themselves. They need to come home and feel at peace. They need to belong and be part of the centuries that they left behind…