Wings spread under the light of the stars
As the nymphaea rosea caresses the dewy air
The nightingale in harmony with the leaves
A rose with such allure, blood is drawn
Turning to blossom as it falls
The heart beat of the Universe
Sending ripples through the air
Energy changes form
Leaving the soft palms of hope in its wake...
Dear Reader,
Oh how I have missed you!
I hope the last weeks have treated you well.
It's been a time of travel, to old favourites and new marvels ✨
Some of you have been eager to hear... And I will keep you in anticipation for just a little longer...
I have to say that the belly dancing was fine first great thing to happen last month.
...These photos were actually from a Bollywood workshop, which was so incredibly fun, and something I wish I'd had the confidence to do more in my life 💃...
Although I've been attending belly dance for some time, as my close friends will know, I can be shy in a group. And it's only recently that I've started to really feel part of the community.
To my shock, I was put in the front row for the new song. And just for some perspective, I'm not a front row girl for most things. I cower at the back, thanking my imposter syndrome for allowing me to even get that far.
But the right people, the right atmosphere and the right relationship with yourself- it changes all that.
And so I was ready to attend my friend's wedding, with confidence and excitement, to wish them the happiest of ventures ahead.
At the Mehendi and the wedding itself, I was reminded again of how far I've come. These people have accepted me. And there are lots of them. Some acquaintances, some friends and some little angels who appear on the mosaics that line the paths we choose.
And of course I used it as an excuse to go full Indian. Because that's just the only way 💚 ♥️
The beach, the peace at Troux au Biches, going for the first time there alone, meditating. Allowing some things to settle and others to create something new.
It really was a great weekend, as it included one of the best pizzas I have ever eaten: truffle and cheese, with a pistachio cheesecake for dessert. I did question whether the apocalypse was en route as I reckoned that life doesn't get much better...
And now ladies and gentlemen. The trip.
Part 1.
I have the cutest boyfriend. I know, I'm so disgusting, but what else do I say when he surprises us all to lounge access 🥹
The only issue being that I had not undertaken adequate fasting to fully benefit from the limitless buffet, but I did it justice at least.
Arriving in London Gatwick again, I had less culture shock, but still the weird sensation of dreaming. Most likely as the Mauritians were with me, and we had finally reached my home continent.
After a disappointing encounter with the man from Sixt, we set off on our very long road trip.
I had already found us the same diner chain that I had gone to on my last UK road trip, so we dined there and then laughed at the fact that their first experience of British food was in an American roadside diner.
When we finally reached Manchester, we were exhausted. But the party didn't stop there, as we had to meet some special people.
After so many years, I was reunited with my school friend, in this city where she has now made a home for herself.
And I was also able to exchange a much needed hug with my favourite moth 🧡
And I have to admit, it was very cool.
Although I walked in 47 minutes into the match due to a technical fault, but at least my better half could make the most of his ticket.
They lost, as usual, but just being there was enough.
Having never been to Manchester, I was pleasantly surprised, and happy that there was actually sunshine 🌞
But I knew that for me, the best part was still yet to come.
As tempting as it is to tell you all about London now, I will take some time to come back to the current moment.
🎶 I'm reaching light through the shadow 🎶
See you in London 💂
