I forget how much I love this place. The sounds, the heat, the colors, the chaos. Motorbikes carrying things you…

Every time you think you know something, it changes. Something shifts.  I don’t know what this is. I thought I…

Sometimes, maybe when I’ve been exposed to beauty, I feel such an aching fullness. A hope. Thick and real. Like…

So, while I’ve thought this blog and this homecoming is about a return to Morocco…a place that grabbed my soul…

Six men sitting on a blanket at the base of a sand dune in the Sahara Desert. Just after sunset…

I think we’ve been taught, collectively, that travel is sort of dangerous. There are warnings. Travel advisories. And I think it’s…

Written in Morocco January 2024 on a six-week trip Before I left for Morocco for what feels like the big…

I don’t have a way to explain this place. It’s part of me. Like it was born of my soul…

A Welsh word I discovered a few years ago; hiraeth. It is described as a longing, a melancholia, an existential…