morocco impressions ~ two

hazy sunsets

It took us almost two hours to walk along the beach to the closest town. It was hazy as far as we could see. The air and ocean blended into indistinct ether … I missed horizon. There is always something in the way where we come from. I missed horizon. It gives me reassurance in the numb daily routine of town where the greatness of our existence has been minimized to fake survival skills: where to park? where to shop? poo bags, plastic, rules and forms, standards, judgements, pedestrian crossings, boxes, walls, fences, lines - all separating and splitting the horizon into long forgotten memory.

The vastness allowed me to see the impact of human existence on our Earth so clearly. I fail to understand this kind of Love. When we are given everything all the time every minute, over and over again only to raid and discard back what we no longer need or want. It appears we don’t love back strong enough …

morocco impressions ~ one

rainy day

Rainy day in Morocco. Almost an Event in the dusty dry town of Taghazout.

We sat with my sister in a little local cafe. It was quiet on the promenade. Rain tapping on the tarp that kept us dry, seagulls screech penetrating the bones and the soft healing hum of the ocean. A wild spectacle took place on the shore and it made me think of Jonathan Livingston Seagull, when he asked “why is it that the hardest thing in the world is to convince a bird that he is free…”

I thought of the texture all the time. Layers in structures that surrounded us everywhere. I like when things make sense. When all flows in agreement within the order of logic and heart into which I created my bubble. It was different here. There was a free-form of layers unruly displayed all around in a moroccan mosaic like manner and somehow it made perfect sense and somehow it evoked freedom in my heart. I don’t know if it was the structure or the chaos, but it was magical.