Two experiences have formed the basis of these snaps and scribbles.
Travelling northwest through the hills that lie at the base of the Rif Mountains, I inquired about the meaning of meziana. From the front seat, a dear friend related that it was a Maghribi word that implied beauty. There, in that moment, meziana seemed to manifest itself with such ease. The setting sun had cast a purply-orange hue in the western skies. With every bend in the road, I was left in utter awe of the mountains which lay to the north, and the hills which encompassed me.
A precious meeting with a teacher from the realm of the Intimate and the eyes with which he prescribed that I read His Creation.
I am thus seeking Meziana in all that is.