Stories to Support the Life our Heart Yearns to Lead…

The beach was shiny new flat clean sand, miles and miles of Saturday morning joy. Inspiration in its limitless possibility, stretching as far as the eye could see, and aspiration too from those treading on its sandy shored expanse. I love watching the Moroccan boys and young men stretching their limbs, running jumping doing all…

Being The Change…

We wandered up the little street, that we had run along only a few hours earlier… We were in search of some lunch… Instead of empty quiet, we now dodged weaving mopeds, a donkey pulling a cart, crowds wandering too in the heat that had risen to the heavy level you can almost touch, slice…

Enjoying Marrakech, Enjoying Riad Saba, Enjoying the Difference…

The dust was whipping all around the streets, whirling around, stinging our eyes, getting into our mouth if we didn’t keep is closed tight… The bright blue sky, and searing heat, that had greeted us when we arrived, was replaced by heavy humid grey… We had lunched in a little restaurant with brightly coloured table…