Every Place Has a Feeling

Every year my friend who runs a travel agency (Houria Travel and events) plans a mystery trip. No one knows where we’re going or who else is coming until the journey has already started. This year took us through a…
Voyages inside – Thoughts and Life ⚓

Every year my friend who runs a travel agency (Houria Travel and events) plans a mystery trip. No one knows where we’re going or who else is coming until the journey has already started. This year took us through a…

There was a time in my childhood when my mother made orange marmalade and the whole house smelled like citrus and sugar for days. We now buy sugar free jams sometimes, or avoid white sugar altogether.. so she doesn’t make…

My mother made a special fish tajin sometimes, and somehow it always felt like an occasion.. even on an ordinary day. I’m not sure what made it feel that way. Maybe the smell filling the house. Maybe just knowing it…

The best figs I’ve ever had came from a vendor by the side of the road heading north.. They display them in buckets.. It became a ritual.. Every summer, I have to had figs from the north, to this day……

Every time our neighbor’s avocado tree gave fruits, he’d show up at the door with some for us. I don’t think I fully understand how privileged we are in front of that kind of generosity. A tree that gives, and…

Pomegranates season has a ritual on its own.. Around the dinner table and while watching the 9pm news, we’d be opening the fruits and making sure each one got a piece. Someone always made sure everyone got a sweet seed,…

Places are also moments in time. Childhood kitchens. Family tables. Summers that smelled a certain way. Those are places too.. Just measured in memory rather than coordinates. Places We Carry Inside. Every winter, when one of us had a sore…

“Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life” – Pablo Picasso For me, making art is a way to express myself and release emotion. Art journaling, in particular, has become my favorite practice; a quick and intuitive…