This post is dedicated to my amazing husband and spiritual companion, Tomas Qubeck. I have already written of Tomas’s delight in sitting in outdoor cafes, sipping great coffees (large or small) as well as his propensity for exploring the Old City (Medina) parts of European and Middle Eastern cities. In this post I will feature Tomas’s third passion — that of utilizing beach shelters, both natural and man made. He calls them his “studios.”
There is a wonderful saying” Wherever I go, there I am.” It implies that whatever it is that I need to work out is within me and not dependent upon my circumstances. This has never been more true or evident for me than here in Morocco.
My time and experiences in Chefchaouen ignited the next phase of my evolution that continues a month after my return to Aouchtam.
With no job to go to, no cat to care for, no books to read, no car to drive around and very little internet connection — it was time to face myself.
Sometimes this process feels like boredom; at other times it feels more like fear, confusion, depression. It is not comfortable and it seems to follow me wherever I go, so I cannot avoid it or deny it for any length of time.
Last spring (2013) I posted several pieces about Value – one’s innate, God-given Value, as distinct from money or possessions that “represent” value. This distinction between Universal Value (innate value) and Representation of Value (currency or physical objects) was a new concept for me, yet one that felt correct as soon as I was made aware of it. You can read a couple of my earlier postings on this topic Here and Here.
Since our arrival in Morocco in early April, Tomas and I have been keenly aware of the daily exchange of real value that occurs between the people here. We are not excluded from this exchange. Indeed, it continually surprises us just how much intrinsic value people DO exchange with us.
Perhaps this accounts for the popularity of Flea Markets and Farmer’s Markets in the western countries. In these contexts one is personally interacting with another human being regarding each item of interest and each purchase. The “bargaining” that goes on in these places only serves to increase this exchange of each person’s energetic value. The “price” is sometimes secondary to this exchange and the “money changing hands,” while important, is seen as only part of the transaction – NOT THE WHOLE TRANSACTION.
Moroccan roosters have a different crowing sound than American roosters. When I first moved here, this startled me somewhat, as it was quite different to the traditional “Cock-a-doodle-doo!” that I’d grown accustomed to in the States. It had never occurred to me that roosters would crow any other way.