Take your time. Nothing fits as well as this statement in this country Morocco!
Wait. And wait again. But it doesn't feel like waiting.
It is an invitation to the gift. An invitation to take the time it takes.

It feels so good to come from a fast -moving time and arrive in a country by playing a different role. Everything just takes time. Nothing goes faster than time and everything has its right time.

Intoxicated by life

Being intoxicated with life means breathing at all moment. Art is to know when you stay on and live the power of your intuition and vision and when it is time to relax.

Here in the south of Morocco at over 40 degrees, life begins when the sun goes down. During the day, almost everyone hangs around in any corner and dozes to themselves. 

Me too! 

The heat specifies the time of the daily routine.

I rest a lot. 

There is little distraction. Actually not at all. I have thrown back on myself and indulge in what is around me. 

I could still have been in Sicily, with my family, the sea and the ice cream. But my decision to linger in this country for longer was an intuitive decision. And a heart decision. As an eternal maker, and far too often driven, who is afraid to miss something, this is the best cure for me!

I am being around, cared for and left in peace.

So much rest in me begins to spread because not much distracts me.

I have everything I need. Above all, I have time!

Reducing my mind to little. The words in my head want to get out! I write a lot.
I sometimes wake up and have downloads.
Often I can't write as quickly as the ideas come.

I have understood. Everything I need is there. Nothing is to be done.

Now it is important to implement what is understood into reality.
I can do this really well!

I watch my thoughts, my actions. Very consciously. Check them according to correctness.
What is reality? What is my reality?

The treasure of the dusty place in nowhere

The arrival here in the Sahara always feels like the end of the world.
We arrive when the sun is going down, sand dust is in the air, the sky is covered.
The streets are crooked and crooked. Almost all houses got stuck under construction, unfinished.
The time has stopped here.

Of course I could go in one of the many luxury hotels, with a swimming pool and everything possible beautiful and magical.
I know some very nice facilities outside the city.
So why of all things?
Because it is the people here in Dar Mhamid that I appreciate! The owner is called Omar and he is one of the finest and most honest people I met. Together with all the others who work here, I feel at home.
I am cooked according to my wishes and after my time. It is also the many good conversations that mentally inspire my stay and the openness of the hosts who nourish my heart.

I've been coming to Omar in his little riad since 2018. It is a great starting point for the festival of the nomad, which takes place in the center of the city and can be reached by the small riad on foot. Here I always meet very interesting people from all over the world.
A year ago I got to know Maddo here in the Riad. He is a very good friend of Omar and we too have become friends. My decision quickly became clear that I my trips to the desert . That was the best decision I made! We have been working together since then. Maddo and his team cameltrails specialize in accompanying people in the desert.

I wrote a detailed travel report as a blog article about the trip in March 2023 , which many people touched very much.

The city of M'hamid El Ghizlane is originally an oasis city.
Not too long ago, M'hamid el Ghizlane was an oasis, an oasis of peace for nomads. There is a resistant clay architecture that offers suitable protection against bad weather such as sandstorms. Dryness, drought and borders have demanded their tribute to the hiking life of most nomads.
Source: Extract from the Internet

Doing nothing is the art of wise

This sentence recently came to mind.
Art is to know when you stay on and live the power of your intuition and vision and when it is time to relax.
Sometimes I feel driven by myself. Of ambition, absolutely wanting and my impatience.

What we need right now:

The inner silence.

Listening to the heartbeat.

To feel the wind on the skin.

Watch the thoughts.

This is meditation.

So is behind the request of the Moroccans: take your time, the prudence of every life.
Because our world is constantly longing to be busy. As soon as we know the value of boredom.
For a long time without looking at our smartphone or put the nose in a book.

What I practice here is awareness and contact with me and my body.
How does my breath flow?
Where to gallop my thoughts with me?
What do I feel
Why do I feel like that?

Nevertheless, I have to say that the use of cell phones is also used very strongly.
To find out and switch off. But also very often to listen to music.
Because music is an important part of the life of Moroccans.

Excursions into the desert are a blessing for everyone. Also for the locals!