from an email:
in all honesty i’m terrified, and my confidence is shaken to the core. nevertheless, i can’t deny the everyday gifts: the kindnesses, the peach cobbler, the call to prayer and the hypnotic, beautiful dikhr that pours out from the mosques on special occasions; the birds in the morning; the cool floors of my house; the farmer who insisted on giving me two giant, leafy heads of lettuce for free. i try to compose my days of those gifts, building out the time like the homes here that are indefinitely under construction. and of mindfulness, and of quiet and gratitude as well. not easy, but worth it still.
photos from Tunisia’s striking Sidi Bou Said