Part 3 of the Morocco miniseries: Words from the dusty road
“It doesn’t have to be big and flashy”
That was her response to me after I told her that I have decided to make some major changes in my life after this trip as a response to her pointing out the fact that she feels I am at a crossroad in my life. Hadar’s a subtle teacher. In the short time that we got to spend together and actually exchanged ideas, she’s managed to make me see the err of my thinking. Or rather, point out the conditioning of which I was unaware of.
That was when I was first able to put the desires into concrete thought, the desire to become a nomad. I also took a mental note of that moment and burned the image into my mind so I will not forget it later in life. For that moment on the Spanish beach of Tarifa, clear blue sky above, gold sands underneath with the beautiful blue ocean at our feet. I recognized that I was perfectly happy. My mind, devoid of other thoughts, was mesmerized by her blue eyes. I wanted desperately to stay with her.
But that wasn’t the choice I have to make. To become a nomad and wanders the earth. No, it’s not part of my destiny. It will happen one day, but it won’t be the defining road of my life. The choice isn’t a yes or no question either, but rather a “what” question. What will I do next?
We will meet again “En Chellah”