a daylight dream

  i nitially, I was supposed to start writing a post on my intentions of this year but I found myself wondering if I could simply let it be and sink into the grace and magic of every single moment that flows within me. it’s the very first time this happens. I would have to sit down and narrow down my intentions instead of having a dozen of them. this year, all I truly intend with all my being is to simply be. for me, that is a significant transformation. to shift from excessive doing to being requires a gentle manoeuvre of my mindset numerous times during the day. I would have to carry myself from shaking my legs and biting my nails to allowing the magic of every moment to compassionately soak me whole. with all the dreams sprouting in me— my first steps in making a balcony garden with an abundance of tomatoes, peppers, sunflowers and lavender; my growing love for kindergarteners, a vision for being a regenerative leader one day and being a mother— I simply surrender to the flow of...

I was just talking with my friends about the difference being here versus living in Egypt. despite the beauty of this city and all the innumerable gifts that abound, still, I miss being back home. I miss the part of me that thrived back home. the one thing I definitely lost being here is my bubble. the sanctity and holiness of it. the bustling, starkly divergent and stimulating life in Egypt is quite inspiring. it opens inherent doors that allow me to cocoon in some place beautiful, even if it is just an armchair with a friendly ray of light, sit down and create layers upon layers of visions and make-beliefs. the collapse of humanness that I would see every day sparks a metaphor in me, and I see the world in terms of poetry and all that is chimerical and impossible to believe in. here, it is all there. all the harmony, humanness and grace. nothing extends out of me. the lack of entropy just dulls me and I keep chasing myself in circles trying to find the motivation to be different. but...