Ancient Egypt is often remembered for its pyramids, temples, and monumental history, but one of its most fascinating legacies lies in something far more personal: hygiene. Long before modern medicine and sanitation systems, the ancient Egyptians developed remarkably advanced practices to care for their bodies, blending cleanliness with spirituality, science, and daily ritual. Cleanliness as
Looking back five years ago, I can’t help but wonder: was there one thing that broke me, or was it a compilation of many things? In my mind, I was doing everything right. Hustling, mothering, traveling, climbing mountains, going on retreats. And to my surprise, stress still got the best of me. I was stunned
Reflection is a powerful tool—but it is not for the faint of heart. It requires a certain grit. A quiet bravery. The willingness to sit with yourself, look in the mirror, and gently—that’s the operative word—weigh your decisions. To acknowledge where you may have gone off course. To admit, at times, that you’ve drifted away
April doesn’t ask if you’re ready. It shows you where you already are. March clarified things. It slowed you down just enough to feel what was true, what was misaligned, and what was quietly asking to move forward. April doesn’t wait. There is fire in this month but not the kind that burns everything down.
There is something quietly brutal about the holidays. They arrive wrapped in nostalgia and expectation, carrying the perfume of childhood, the weight of rituals, and the unspoken demand to belong. Tables get longer. Conversations get louder. Old jokes resurface. Old wounds, too. And somewhere in the middle of all that warmth and familiarity, something in
March doesn’t ask what’s possible.It asks what’s ready. February slowed us down. It softened the edges. It asked us to sit with ourselves, with the feelings we avoided, the truths we postponed, the exhaustion we justified. March changes the rhythm. There is movement building now. Not chaotic. Not rushed. But undeniable. You may not see
I wake up every morning flooded with thoughts, ideas, and one recurring dream that centers around JDV.As I go on my morning walk—my way of grounding these thoughts—I try to make sense of them.Sometimes I succeed. Other times, not so much. I attempt to trace a path, or perhaps a purpose, for these gifts. Today’s
As I was walking through the Ramesseum on the West Bank in Luxor, by now, you know that Luxor is a second home to me, I found myself drawn to the remnants of what appears to be the foot of a colossal statue. A leftover from a massive depiction of Ramses II, considered one of
I went on a silent retreat. Even I thought I was mad when I sent the organiser, my friend Mariam, a message saying I was coming. It had been a busy two years for my brain with a lot to fix, mend, grieve, nurture, explore, enjoy, sieve, filter, invite, juggle. One morning last year, when
Art is more than just a visual experience; it is a deeply personal journey that intertwines emotion, imagination, and culture. One artist’s story reveals how a lifelong passion for drawing evolves into a mission to bring beauty and meaning into everyday spaces. From childhood scribbles on walls to refined pieces that captivate viewers, the artist’s
Living with Joy, Inspiration and Ease.
