Posts in Books
Keeping Faith in the Transformational Power of Art

I started and stopped about three different blog topics this past weekend as I sat down to write. I wrote a list of several possible recipes I could test and whip out, scoured cookbooks and pinterest for inspiration. Somehow, though, I could not make any of it stick, so I am just going to write straight from the heart of where I am right now, even if perhaps it is a little bit scattered. 

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Brown Sugar Plum Challah Buns + Living with Poetry

For the past week, as an addition to my early morning routine, I have been reading several pages of poetry while I sip on my ritual lemon & honey. I started with the serene and sparkling Mary Oliver, moved on to ecstatic and devoted Rumi, and now I am just beginning a book of powerful work by Naomi Shihab Nye. There is something I love about easing into the day with simple, thoughtfully chosen words.

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Ramadan Reflection | On Practice + Wrapping Up the Month

These past two weeks of Ramadan, I have finally started to meditate regularly for the first time in my life. Nothing too major, just 10 minutes every single morning immediately after waking up. I think I used to have this bizarre fallacy that as soon as I started meditating, I would achieve immediate enlightenment, feel full to the brim with glowing pulsing light and float through the rest of the day like a shimmery goddess on a cloud.

That is not exactly what happened.

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Ramadan Reflection | Breaking Patterns and Finding the Spiritual in Food + Time

Breakfast time.
Lunch hour.
Dinner on the table. 

These are all moments of each day that are engrained in us like clockwork. At first I thought that perhaps one of the biggest time-related challenges in moving to Tangier would be changing my dinner time from 6ish to 9ish, but little did I know what Ramadan had in store for me. 

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Moroccan Almond + Semolina Coconut Cookies | When Words Fail

Since learning to write poetry at a young age, I have fallen in love with the beauty of words. The satisfaction of certain sounds merging in humming perfection and meaning something that possibly has the power to effect emotional change. However, while I will always have that love and curiosity about the way letters can come together, something happens to it when you move to a foreign country and all at once find that your beautiful words fail you.

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An Ode to Airplanes

As much as I adore the energy the body absorbs from dance, yoga, long walks, and good stretches, there is one particular physical experience that quite literally rises above all others. I will never get tired of the feeling I get when taking off in an airplane. Rolling slowly away from the gate, moseying around the maze of concrete until the plane turns its nose towards the expectant runway. 

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Books + Breakfast | Isabel Allende + Coconut Dulce de Leche Muffins

“You remember things that never happened.” Isabel Allende’s granddaughter said this to her one day, to which she responded, “Don’t we all do that? I have read that the mental process of imagining and that of remembering are so much alike that they are almost indistinguishable. Who can define reality?” 

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Forces of Inspiration + The Fear of Narcissism

What with the continuance of my weird week, I wasn’t sure if I would end up publishing anything today. However, with attempted grace and resilience, I am determined to stay consistent. It seems like a lot of my blog posts inadvertently turn out to be self-reminders. Reminders to stay loving, to stay resilient, value female friends, stop fearing fraudulence. If it weren’t for the lovely comments and responses I have been getting lately, there is a real possibility that I would feel like I am talking to myself.

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Brown Butter Banana Oatmeal Pancakes with Peanut Butter Whipped Cream + Honey

Every morning the world is created. Mornings are poems. Whispering sheets, hazy eyelids, the still blue darkness. Our living room window shade is old and creaky and has to be opened from the outside, so I start each day shuffling around the terrace, hauling open wooden panels, always taking a moment to gaze out of our little box of a view

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