From Morocco to the mat

Your twenties are a time of crisp, fresh possibilities. A time when you slip into things without questioning too much, because the consequences feel minor, or maybe because you haven’t yet learned to fear them. I floated through mine, never placing barriers on where life could take me. I trusted the current, believing that love, when it appeared, was more than enough reason to follow.

That’s how the story begins.

It all started in Morocco. I had just come back from the Sahara, still carrying the golden dust of the desert on my skin. I was staying in a hostel, letting time stretch without urgency. Then, one evening, a new person arrived in the room, a psychology book on his bed, a detail that instantly sparked my curiosity. And then, there he was. A stranger, walking into the room, carrying a big smile.

That moment, this first second of pure connection, was the beginning of something I could never have predicted. This person would later introduce me to the yoga studio that became my home in Ireland. My sanctuary. The place that would hold me not only in the joy of love but also in the unraveling of our heartbreak.

But at that moment, I didn’t know any of that yet.

All I knew was that something was beginning.
(To be continued..)

May 2019, Morocco: guess who took this photo