If Nouveau #0

By Dominique Bel, Amman, Jordan, April 15, 2020.


Blind in the darks of the maze

And burning in the flesh

Of open wounds


If you can exercise

Your free will

And call the White Dragons

For them to help

Throw your fears in the flames

And intervene

For your healing


If you can

Here, now

Forgive and love

And free yourself

And heal

The broken child within


If you can

Far and wide


Your majestuous wings

The right

Devoted to the Light

The left

Devoted to the Rose

And balance both

In harmony

And take off

Fly high into the winds

Above the many walls


If you can

Give yourself

The gift of forgiving

And of empowering

All sisters

And brothers

For in the loving them

It is you

You’re loving



And inspire within


If you can

Do nothing

Stay still


And inspire within

And let light

And let grace



And radiate within

And through




Open eyes

open heart

You keep amazed

And resonate

With the beats of beauty

Here, around, within

And the bits of magic

Of Divine creations


If you learn gratitude

Every day say thank you


Bend space

Bend time

And see that all that's right

Is left

And all that's left

Is right


If you can let it flow

You forgave

You can give

It’s time to let abound

Do it



And if you can become

Anew as once you were

Polish your divine gifts

Shine, thrive

Enlighten your powers

And honor Creator



My Child

You will have accomplished

Your first

Of many miracles



New and welcomed to the flock

Bright, powerful White Dragon

In turn, you’ll teach

In turn, you’ll heal



Inspire Forward.


Dominique Bel


Offered to:

Nick, Chloé, Élie and all children, around and within.


Inspired by:

If, by Rudyard Kipling

Viviane Nyiramana and Jean Pierre Karenzi

Magnolia’s School of White Dragons, by Martin Silversmith



Inspiration around the block:


Amman, Jordan



Amman, Jordan

We landed in Amman in August, but our sea shipment from Canada only made it to Jordan a few days before Christmas. Over the holidays we unpacked, and finally settled in our peaceful and charming home in the Levant.


With all boxes undone, we were left with much cardboard to recycle. We posted an add on social media. The boxes were up for grab for reuse. Many takers popped in my inbox. Muna was fast. She got first choice. When her husband dropped by to pick up the goods, he informed us that the boxes would be repurposed into canvasses, for his wife enjoyed painting on large pieces of cardboard. We were pleasantly surprised and asked him to let us know and send us an invitation, should Muna ever choose to exhibit her work.


After few weeks passed, we had forgotten about the episode. Then one day we received an invitation from Muna. She had decided to stay away from painting this time. Instead, she had turned her living room into an imagination room and used the cardboard to make a décor and some costumes for a kid play. She was inviting us for the first rehearsal. The minute we stepped in her home, we found ourselves surrounded by a dozen children laughing, dancing and singing. We were immediately invited to join in the spontaneous play. Joyful souls. Shinning eyes.

Back in America, we have an adoptive family and an adoptive dad. His name is Jake, a Navajo medicine man, a Purple Heart Vietnam veteran, and a much-loved healer and messenger of peace in his community in Pennsylvania. Before we took off to the Middle East, we sat with him in a sweat lodge ceremony to receive his blessing. As he looked into the fire, he said to me: “Dominique, I am very grateful for your support to my daughter Ruhiya in this new chapter of her life. In the beautiful land of Jordan, you will soon find your footing. Your peculiar ways of being and doing will be well received”. I welcomed the encouraging words of wisdom with gratitude but was left a bit puzzled by the mystery. When I picked up the maracas and started to connect, sing and dance with the kids in Muna’s imagination room, I understood what Jake had seen in the fire for me.

The moms, who had been quick and keen to volunteer support, made for a delighted and passionate audience before their little ones. Macadi, a composer and singer, wrote the lyrics of a song for the play. Samah, a dabke dancer, will teach the traditional dance steps to the kids. Rania, an entrepreneur with a purpose, will host the premiere in her bookstore for the youth on Rainbow street in the spring.


A couple of days after the rehearsal, Muna sent us a message with a few pictures, and informed us that the kids had given me two nicknames: “the man who speaks English” and “the funny uncle”. She also included a poem by Derek Walcott she thought could well find its way into The Book of SO WHAT.


Thank you, Muna. We are grateful for your powers of re-creation and for the many shinning eyes that surround you.

Dominique Bel, Amman, February 10, 2020.


Love After Love


The time will come

when, with elation

you will greet yourself arriving

at your own door, in your own mirror

and each will smile at the other's welcome,


and say, sit here. Eat.

You will love again the stranger who was yourself.

Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart

to itself, to the stranger who has loved you


all your life, whom you ignored

for another, who knows you by heart.

Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,


the photographs, the desperate notes,

peel your own image from the mirror.

Sit. Feast on your life.


Derek Walcott (1930-2017)



Ya Khyam يا خيام


Lyrics by Hani Nadim, Voice and Music by Macadi Nahhas

Video produced by The Big Heart Foundation


هذة الاغنية هي اهداء من فريق العمل و كل من ساهم بظهوره و اتمامه لكل اللاجئين في بقاع الأرض

نتمنى ان تنتهي الحروب في العالم و ان يعود كل صاحب ارض الى ارضه ووطنه وحياته

كل الحب

مكادي نحاس


"This song is a gift from the team and everyone who contributed to its emergence and fulfillment for all refugees on the ground ...

We hope that wars in the world will end

and that every landowner returns to his land, country and life.

All the love"

Macadi Nahhas


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