a daylight dream

My sanctuary. By health, I mean mental and physical health, which are both crucial. I know that hospitals and medical centres are usually a sign of physical treatment centres. However, I believe that mind and soul are related to the mechanical body by a sort of ethereal connection, magically seen as a string of sparkling magic between two wands. As both grow further apart, the string becomes more feeble and fragile until it is finally extinguished, both ends eventually lose the marvel of having had such a connection. Sour apples :) So earthly matters first, and I mean by this, my body which is existent on Earth only -for the time being ;)-. I am overjoyed to say that I'm healing in a way or another. For once, I don't feel stressed, which means loads less of adrenaline and cortisol around my cells. I feel more lose, more energetically-balanced. Also, my hair is stronger now, I'm astonished by the way my hair doesn't actually go in weird directions when I put it...

     As I wake, with raindrops pattering on the window, the clouds hovering the atmosphere with a relentless movement, bit by bit, attracting the moisture and humidity and it all just condenses in my mind, and it triggers all the memories, the mistakes I've done and it all draws on me like a satin sheet caressing my scars. Some days I'm inspired to beat those feelings, while others I just resiliently feel them, and they do bring about a rainy me. I love the sound of the rain on the roof, sliding down in torrents to the grass, I love how perpetually blue the clouds are at that moment, and how this beautiful phenomenon is taking place. However, stays at home in such weather is a way that humiliates my state of stillness, when water, the most important element in this universe is in continuous motion and vigour. The elements of my body screech in jealousy, and I just want to run and run and run, then I do feel a part of this world, the world I want to share my life wit...

Owh Hellow? This time of the year is always accompanied by fragrances sweeping the atmosphere, I never know where they come from. But it's always so evident once the sun rises and the mist evolves swiftly, then my nostrils are filled with that smell that speaks of Autumn. It's as if the concussed sunrays have been diluted as the Earth moves away, so they have a chance to spread a bit more differently and our adapted senses start to feel this new surrounding. This kind of morning usually stir a couple of emotions, because school usually starts in September and well, new routines start and the carefree, totally lazy summer days are over.  Such times are usually a way for me to rewind, to refresh my spirits. I'm not one that finds joy in boring routines although I always opose change, which is a trait I dislike about myself. Somehow, when I get used to something and find it congenial, I become so attached to it that I hate to change it even if it's something as tri...

Owh Hellow? So this is post number one, or zero, I can't really decide since I'm not mathematical enough to know which starts the number line and I do like to be precise in such things. Anyway, I'm Soraya. There's a lot that you're going to discover about me through ramblings and the way I discuss things. I love analysing the things I observe in nature and and our society. I live in Egypt, a country so dear to my heart. I wish to live and make things around here more beautiful, more civilised. I want to find pleasure in the simplest things, and attain balance. I want to live to live. You know what I mean? A lot of us get caught up in the realistic side and forget about the essence of daily routines, the magic when the sun rises upon you each day, the smiles you see from anyone around you. All of these things should count. They should be considered as lavish incidents that make your day. I keep a journal to count all those simple blessings and as far as I'm...