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
February arrives like the Nile before its rise: quiet on the surface, potent beneath. It is not a month of spectacle, but of preparation. A passage rather than a destination. A moment between what has been and what is becoming. Here in Egypt, the rhythm of life has always followed the rhythm of water. The
Living with Joy, Inspiration and Ease.
