I feel as if I’m waiting for something to come along and bring me back to reality, but honestly my purple patch continues. Is this how normal life should be? Alcohol had slowly crept up on me and divided my life into happiness and sadness, so much so at times I felt suicidal. But no longer. I haven’t had any suicidal thoughts since week one. I’m sure there will be some testing times ahead, but I’m confident I’m emotionally equipped to deal with them this time and not turn to desperate measures. I’m off to Marrakech next week to see a friend, who has been a huge support to me over the years in many ways more than one. Personally, professionally and emotionally. I’m not only looking forward to being with her, but also soaking up the soul of the souk and absorbing all the vibes of this enchanted cauldron of culture. She lives in the heart the Medina where you can really feel the energy of lives past and present. Something very special exists there and I’m laying in wait to allow its magic to use my body as a conduit for creative expression. I plan to make more music, in the short few days that I’m there and I’m very much looking forward to that also.

I’m so blessed to have this variety in my life, friends and family around the world. My partner is a great traveller also and has inspired me to encounter worldly experiences and so I’m very grateful for that addition to my outlook.

I occasionally wonder with this blog if I’m becoming repetitive, running out of things to say. I’ve got to a point where there doesn’t appear to be much more exciting change in my life. Perhaps I’m just stable now and moving forward at a much slower pace. Whatever it is, I’m much happier and want to protect my new found way of life and share it with others positively. I hope to enrich the lives of those I love around me, and with Christmas approaching there’s no better way in which to show love. I have some plans to make quince and cardamon jam as gifts and also want to find some other food gifts that I can make, but I’m not quite sure yet what that will be as of yet. Any ideas please leave a comment! I am also doing all the root veg for the Christmas banquet for twenty people, so altogether plenty to get on with.

But first I need to find my passport and fill a small suitcase with summer wear in preparation for my short escape to the northern Sahara. The last time I was there I struggled with the zero alcohol culture, but this time it will be my friend. Let the colours and scents guide me through this wonderful place. A feast for the eyes and senses awaits in the myriad of the medina.