Storytelling is a form of creativity. Our own stories inform the way we work. They provide the lenses through which we see the world. This is part of my story, with which many of you may not be familiar.
Creativity offers the element of surprise - the chance to do something different, or out of the ordinary. It asks us to challenge our patterns of behaviour and question. There need not be clear answers.
"Friday as I took my shower I opened the window to let out the steam and in my left ear I could hear the Imam calling the faithful to prayer.
Ya allah….
As I proceeded out of the bathroom, I opened the door and in my right ear I heard the Christian litany for Christ's crucifixion. It was good Friday 2005.
Reflection |  |
Welcome to Beirut
Friday morning, 7am. There was no mass that day. Later that afternoon I went for a walk in the district with my mum. My uncle's house is on the green line which divides Christian East and Muslim West Beirut. We saw many people coming down a side street on what was otherwise a quiet day (a public holiday). They were each carrying a flower and I assumed that a church service had just finished. Mum and I decided to go and pay a visit. As we approached the newly renovated church, I saw that it had an armed guard outside. Not that these young soldiers touting rifles could stop a suicide bomber, should one chose to pay us a visit…but the gesture itself made me stop and think quite deeply about what it must be like to live in this city.
My family belong to the Maronite Christian faith, a Lebanese speciality. This was a Catholic church, beautifully decorated with white flowers and the occasional chandelier and what looked like orthodox icons.
Protest
We sat down for a while and I placed a flower arrangement I had bought for my aunt's Easter Sunday lunch table on the chair beside me. My mother, a catholic, was praying and I was quietly contemplating the universals when a man came up to me, gesturing toward my flowers. His gesture said simply - "These are a gift for our church - thank you!" and before I could say "Nadia's table decoration" he had scooped them up and disappeared triumphantly down the church.
I recounted this story to my aunt and uncle on my return to their house. They were amazed and amused but said that in future should I even shake hands with a Lebanese I should learn to count my fingers afterwards and make sure that none were missing! This is a nation that can still laugh at itself in spite of everything.
On Saturday night, having watched England beat Northern Ireland 4-0 on the television (with Arabic subtitles) and my uncle, a keen footballer in his time and later referee, had given us the details of the match, we got out the delicious local wine, Chateau Musar, and toasted nuts and began the serious business of a leisurely dinner.
Robert Parker in the Wine Buyers Guide describes chateau Musar as "the top wine of the Middle East". This excellent wine, created by Serge Hochar, is produced in his vineyard thirty kilometres from the raging civil war that tore apart Beirut for 30 years. Reminiscent of Chateauneuf du Pape, it is a tribute to his vision and sense of destiny. He refused to quit! Parker notes that 'his wines are undeniable bargains given the quality"…. and the risk!
The clocks were being brought forward 1 hour that night to summertime. My uncle changed the clocks in the house at 9.00pm. At 9.30pm a large explosion shattered our evening meal. Not very close, but not that far away either.
Oh shit, I thought, that's a bomb! With my back to the window and the electric lights on I didn't see a flash, but instinctively, I knew that the Lebanese disease was back. Five weeks earlier and two days after I had bought our non refundable tickets a massive car bomb had killed a man called Rafiq Hariri, who quickly changed from hero to saint. The Lebanese people had been stunned by his death but spurned back into political activism. Massive street demonstrations had taken place demanding that Syria remove its 30 year presence from the country. Hisbollah had countermanded that the "peace-supporting" Syrians should stay and the rest is history.
Reuters had the news of the bombing on TV in 30 minutes. We really appreciated being put in the picture so promptly. 70 buildings were burning.
Supper continued.
Much of Lebanese creativity revolves around its cuisine. The mezza or starter can have as many as 90 dishes, each person having his or her favourite, although others like myself might find dishes like sheep's brains a bit of a challenge on first encounter!
Lebanon has as a strong culture around how its food is made and eaten. The national dishes is Kibbeh. This stuff is taken so seriously that I heard my cousin asking my aunt "and how was the Kibbeh?" when the two were discussing a visit to a third party. This is indeed a loaded question and women who's Kibbeh does not pass muster are in for some severe criticism. In comparison, 'queens' of the kitchen who can create with their special 'hand' a heavenly Kibbeh, are much revered.
Tradition |  |
With the advent of food processors, long gone is my early Beirut experience of the maid sitting cross-legged in the kitchen from what felt like dawn until dusk, pounding the lamb and burghal (cracked wheat) in a huge mortar with a large heavy pestle. In my younger days my aunt's kitchen seemed to be always like this as the five children and countless visiting relations made short work of clearing the table once the carefully nurtured and prepared food appeared on it.
My aunt is a very good cook and is meticulous about her food and its preparation. Indeed it is an insult to ones guests to be otherwise. The nearest western descriptive of Lebanese cooking come from Claudia Roden (references at end of article).
For whatever reasons of language, politics or economics, Arab fiction culture and photography are generally not widely available in the West. My visit to Beirut reminded me that I have two homes which are essentially very different. My journey back to Beirut after a 30 year absence reminded me starkly of the contrasts. When examining my own creativity and flow the two are somehow mixed in a way which creates a third state, an East meets West kind of cocktail which I accept as my unique contribution. My essence sits somewhere on the Green Line. The Lebanese are great storytellers, poets and philosophers. Ancient cities like Byblos, Sidon ad Tyre resonate with biblical meaning and are a very different world to London W1!
I recommend a journey into some of these areas of difference, for those of you who are interested, to learn something about a very vibrant culture. It is a melting pot for creativity, transformation and change, and if it gets out of control - war.
For an introduction to one's own personal creative journey I strongly recommend "The Artist's Way " by Julia Cameron. It got me going. I have worked with clients whilst using this book and their creativity has astonished me, as sometimes has my own. Sculptures, paintings, poetry, fiction, music and dance all flow from our inner sense of curiosity and our need to self-express. To see and be seen. I would like to encourage everyone to explore their own individual creative self in business and most of all for fun.
Pat Thompson
BOOKS
'The Prophet' - philosophy
(ISBN 0-434-29081-5)
Khalil Gibran
"Love Letters in the Sand"- Love poems and calligraphy
Khalil Gibran
(ISBN 0-285-63721-5)
"Pity the Nation. Lebanon at War" Robert Fisk
(ISBN 0-19-280130-9)
A brilliant, factual and well-researched account of 30 years of Lebanon at War, by a former Times correspondent.
"Transit Beirut - New Writing and Images"
(ISBN 0-86356-568-9)
"The Artist's Way "
Julia Cameron
(ISBN 0-330-34358-0)
"The New Book of Middle Eastern Food" Claudia Roden
(ISBN 0575-40506-2)
"Tamarind and saffron "Favourite Recipes from the Middle East"
Claudia Roden
ISBN 0-140-46694-0
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