Gosh. It’s been five days now since I completed my first 10-day silent Vipassana meditation course and I’m still struggling to put the experience into words. As with all intense experiences, the rush of it fades quickly with time, so I fear that the longer I wait, the less able I’ll be to really capture any of it. It already seems like a lifetime ago. So, I’ll do the best I can now and not let the perfect be the enemy of the good (one of my favourite phrases these days). Continue reading
Returning to Normal: the final Ftour
So, it’s now Day 2 of Eid al-fitr, the celebratory days at the end of the fast. I made it.
Well, almost.
Last time I wrote, it was Day 14, less than halfway, and I was having serious doubts about how much longer I would last. Continue reading
Breaking Fast: Ramadan in Morocco
Day 14. 1:33pm. Already hungry and I’ve been thirsty since I woke. No headache, though (yet), and I’m not too dizzy, so I’ll take it.
It’s a weird thing, this Ramadan. Everybody talks about it as if it’s this beautiful, enjoyable time… until it actually is Ramadan, and then we just talk about our various states of discomfort, or don’t say anything at all (and presumably suffer in silence). Continue reading
Kept in Guantanamo: The case of Omar Khadr
Most days, I am so grateful for the technology that allows me to stay in touch while I’m living abroad.
However, some mornings, I still feel the distance. I feel the 8 hours time difference, when I need to talk to somebody, but I know my friends and family won’t be awake for another 6 hours, at least. And even then they’re getting up and going to work, so not even fully available to talk. Continue reading
À la Capitale: my move to Rabat
It’s just after 9am, and here is a list of some of the things I’ve already done this morning:
- Watched the moon set and the sun rise – somehow I fell asleep at 8:30 last night, so I was up crazy early!
Not from today, but from a month ago in Asilah – the beautiful daylight moon of the Eid al Adha holiday
Sunshine in Asilah
Back in the Kingdom: Returning to Maroc
So after some mishaps in transportation to the airport, I managed to make it out of France and back to Morocco (oddly, no questions asked about my new passport!)
My unintended yet remarkably comfortable sleeping spot in the Aix-en-Provence train station (normally closed at night, so I had the place to myself!)
So far, I’m not nearly as anxious as I thought I might have been. Though, I’ve yet to make the transition to Rabat, where I’ll actually be living and working. Continue reading
In a BlaBlaCar: en route to Marseilles
I cannot believe how quickly these past two months have gone by. It’s incredible how content I’ve been; I feel like it’s flown by, as if I’ve just arrived. But now I’m preparing to head back to Morocco, and I’m still a mixture of both super excited and super anxious. Continue reading
