Welcome, Dear soul,
Today, I want to share with you a moment...
a feeling that found me between the pages of a book and the notes of a song —
and transported me across the sea of memory, back to a land that calls me still.
While reading the book The Nomad, (The Diaries of Isabelle Eberhardt)
and with the song "Niye" by Distinct,
playing softly in the background,
I find myself wondering:
How can a single word — Maghreb — stir such a powerful feeling inside me?
Why does it send a warm, delicate shiver through my whole body,
in a way that is peaceful, pleasant, almost delicious?
It feels like something unknown yet familiar is calling me.
Something mystical is pulling me towards a place I somehow know I belong.
But what is it?
Even the first lines of The Nomad awaken something I recognize deep within —
a memory that seems older than this lifetime.
A month ago, I set foot for the very first time in the Maghreb.
(Just writing the word makes me shiver — not from cold, but from a soft, warm, fresh breeze brushing through my hair,
a breeze that carries sensations I've never truly known yet somehow remember.)
When I arrived in Marrakech, everything felt... ordinary.
Planes. Lines. Passport checks.
Until I stepped beyond the airport doors —
and everything turned into magic.
It was as if I crossed a hidden threshold into a world that had been quietly waiting for me.
Sensations I had forgotten in my mind, my skin, my nose,
came rushing back —
welcoming me home.
New to Morocco, I had arranged a small tour to explore.
And there he was, waiting for me outside the airport.
When I stepped into his car,
something wrapped around me —
not visible, not tangible —
but deeply real.
It was like entering another dimension:
a peaceful, extra-calm, deeply pleasant world,
utterly different yet deeply known.
I didn't know what to say, what to do —
I only knew how to feel.
And every cell of my body felt alive in the hypnotic magic of the Maghreb.
Today, sitting quietly in my little garden, reading these lines,
all those feelings have come back.
Even though my feet touch the soil here,
my mind, my spirit, my heart
are still walking the streets of Essaouira,
breathing the silence of Merzouga,
smelling the oranges on the roadside,
and smiling at the familiar faces of a place I haven't finished discovering yet...
A place that feels, in the deepest part of me, like home.
This is just the beginning of a journey full of scents, colors, and dreams yet to bloom. 🌿✨
Until next time... may you always listen when your soul whispers.
Love.
