On the rare occasion when the internet is willing to upload pictures I plunge into my messy folders and randomly select a few moments to share. I've been in Morocc0 for 21 months now and although my intention was to write; I've found myself retreating into a space of uncertainty and cloudiness lately. Its not a bad space, its actually a familiar one; its a reminder of what's to come. Another transition is near, but my eyes have not adjusted yet... it's blurry, like I'm an outsider looking into myself now a days. Like "my doll" in the photo above, its a symbol of me... but what's inside is not clear,
I just know that it's way more than fluff...
I just know that it's way more than fluff...
This is the first time Aicha has been to the most famous of Morrocan cities. I'd like to thank my friend
Iva Lee Smith for donating the transportation funds which allowed Aicha to attend this craft fair. A grand opportunity for the Association to sell their Rustic Rugs!
Iva Lee Smith for donating the transportation funds which allowed Aicha to attend this craft fair. A grand opportunity for the Association to sell their Rustic Rugs!
no day care center here... bring your child to work day is everyday in the village. Ijelas has been immersed in the weaving culture since she was in her mothers womb. She will be sustaining her family's craft (inshallah)
So the internet has spoken, I cannot upload more images at the moment, but I am grateful to have shared these as they are a true reflection of my experience here.
until next time...