go to the countryside
Put gas and drive
The picture of this posts tells a lot about Morocco’s countryside.
Fabrics give the illusion the matching was done on purpose while people are just using what’s there.
No paintings on the wall. No superfluous decorations. Everything has a use.
There is lots of sunlight you can’t control.
People make tea and share bread, olive oil and honey with you.
What the picture doesn’t tell is what we’re talking about.
The necessity to have better quality hoses and water dispensers.
The quarrel with neighbors because their dogs ate a turkey.
The donkey who’s been hurt in a car crash and is dangerous to ride because it rears when it’s scared.
Newly installed water pipes that might take a couple months to bring running water to houses.
Difficulties for a man to get married because no woman wants to raise kids here.
The high price to go the nearest town: a $10 ride preceded by a 30-minute donkey one.
The fence that needs to be repaired because the neighbors’ cattle come, eat and “scare” the growing trees.
Reality –less than a 2-hour drive from Casablanca- is so different from what we experience on a daily basis.
Getting back home, thinking about the value of time and sweat.
Thinking of what it takes to grow one fruit.
Compared to this, I’m wondering: is this self-care journey selfish?
Or a centering voyage towards what really matters?
WHY IS IT SELF-CARE? Going to Morocco’s countryside is somehow a travel in time. No running water, no electricity, no modern comfort, a strong connection with nature and a spirituality that is present in everyday lives. Faith, trust in life and a form of fatality are here to remind you humility is key to survive.
MORE ABOUT THIS
Two days ago, I went to the farmers’ market where I bought fruits. Yesterday, I was at the countryside where I ate pears from the tree. The tree was a tiny 1-year old one. You’d never say it could give fruits.
We were on a dry land that has just started to be rehabilitated. All around, the landscape was that of a savanna.
But at the root of trees, you could see small growing herbs and you could tell that the land was slowly growing stronger, getting rehydrated. Patiently.
Looking at this, you realize how long it takes for the land to grow food…
If I had in mind how much patience and energy it takes to grow one fruit, I’m sure I’d be more mindful when buying them. And even more when eating them.
I’ll try to keep this in mind in the future.