10/10/2026
𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑶𝑪𝑪𝑶 🇲🇦 𝑨 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 🙌
From the chaos of Marrakech, with its colours, spices, fragrances and intense smells, we crossed the Atlas Mountains and walked among the ancient walls of Aït Ben Haddou, a ksar that seems suspended in another time.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵.
Four days walking together, under a sun unusually hot for this time of year.
The horizon, wide open and clear.
Two colours.
The brown of the sand and the blue of the sky.
Just walking, breathing, the heat, the sand, the body growing tired and the mind finally switching off.
Clearing our vision.
We encountered the simple life of the desert men, shared tea, smiles, music, and learned from those who live according to such different rhythms.
We practised yoga, breathed together, shared silences.
And then the nights.
The stars above us, the laser pointer in my hands tracing the constellations as I shared their myths, astrology, and the sky of this moment.
For me, it was a moment of rare beauty, difficult to put into words.
But the most precious part of this journey was the people.
The hugs. The tears. The whispered confidences. The laughter. The conversations beneath the stars.
The ability to create intimacy even within a group, to feel close, to let ourselves be seen.
Connections that, mysteriously, take shape in just a few days. As if certain souls recognise each other, or perhaps find each other again 🌸 I was a witness to all of this. 🌿
And I want to thank this wonderful group.
Because it wasn’t always easy. The heat, the physical effort, the lack of the comforts we’re used to.
And yet I didn’t hear a single complaint.
I saw people step outside their comfort zones, adapt, help one another, face everything with an openness, a joy and a smile that deeply touched me.
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒑, 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕.
Thank you, Morocco. Thank you, desert. And thank you to every single soul who walked alongside me.
