I’m finding it difficult to write these days. This month of June is a heavy one for me, because it is the month that would have been my daughter Mia’s due date, on the 22nd. My sadness disguises itself as many different things, and my grief twists its way around everything I touch. I sit down every morning to write to you, but no words come.
So instead, please join me as I revisit memories of a warm, cloudy afternoon in May.
Three sisters and our dog, playing by the small trickling stream, stepping on slippery rocks, wetting our feet in the cold water.
Holding hands and running through the hills made of long, long grass.
And walking bravely at the edge of it all – where the blue mountains meet the sky.
“Nature is a woman’s best friend. If you are having troubles, just swim in the water, stretch out in a field, or look up at the stars. That’s how a woman cures her fears.”
I have some thoughts of a few things that have helped me get onto the path towards good health.
To be healthy means to thrive in all aspects of living; your energies your body, your mind, your soul. When all these aspects of your life are aligned and functioning to it’s maximum potential – that is living. That is health.
I believe in adventure. I believe that adventure is the only way for me to to really know the world, and to know life. It’s about immersing myself and exploring the earth, to live and love with different communities, to thrive in various environments, to melt into different aspects of life that would never have been known to me from my home in the suburbs.
It turns out it is not so easy to maintain my blog in the final semester of my final year. But I will be back. Just 5 weeks to go. It’s quite unbelievable.
So I thought I would continue to share photographs from Morocco to tide you over while I am away attempting to wrap my head around orthopaedics (the speciality I keep conveniently forgetting about. I definitely would not succeed as an orthopedic surgeon.)
The next stop on our Moroccan adventure was the Todgha Gorge up in the high Atlas mountains.
I hope you all had a wonderful New year and I’m glad you can join me in 2016.
My husband and I returned this week from our trip to Morocco over the holidays.
We booked a YOLO tour with G Adventures.It was our first time with GA, and we were looking forward to seeing if this is something we would do again. After 7 days with G, it is safe to say we loved everything it offered. We loved how much of this stunning country that we got to see, and the experiences we had. My husband always told me that he wants to ” collect experiences, not things.” and that stuck with me. For me, the most beautiful thing about our tour was not the things we saw or the landmarks we visited, but the experiences we had.
We arrived in Marrakesh a couple of days before our tour began, and spent our time in the luxurious Jnane Tamsna. This hotel has to be one of my favourites that I have ever stayed at – because it didn’t feel like a hotel at all. It felt like home, the staff like family members welcoming us with their gracious hospitality. We walked the gardens, as though we were walking in our own backyard. We passed ocean-blue swimming pools glimmering under the sunlight, trees budding with lemons and lives, flower petals strewn delicately all over the ground. We spent the two days in the hotel, without leaving to explore, it was a tranquil paradise, and the most perfect way to begin our Moroccan adventure.
This is the last post in the series of photographs from Kat and I’s adventures in Portugal (with a few selfies sprinkled in there too). Thank you for letting me share all of these with you. I hope you get a chance to visit this beautiful country if you haven’t already.
My friend Kat and I decided to go on adventure at the end of the semester. The first question was – where? My first choice was Bosnia and Herzegovina, as I had a very specific image in my heart of where I needed to be. But we eventually chose Portugal (Don’t worry B & H, you’re next!). I was craving nature, mountains, trees, green, grass and Kat loves the sunshine. Kat discovered the city of Sintra, about 45 minutes outside of Lisbon. I would like to share some (okay, a LOT) of photographs from our adventures in Portugal.
It’s mostly images, not so much writing. I think the photographs speak for themselves.
Have you been to Portugal before, or are there any readers who are from this gorgeous country?