I sometimes feel that in all the grief and sorrow of these times, it might slowly be becoming impossible to connect back into older and wiser ways of being, I wonder if without knowing it, the possibilities of a bigger and deeper world might be slipping away from me, one short year at a time. I know that like many, but also in my own ways, the times are heavy, and I feel the weight of it pass, whilst sensing the unknowability of it all, or indeed, the lack of barakah in it. It had been two springs since I had spent a full distillation season in Fes with the flowers, and whilst I have been distilling other plants since, a part of me wondered if their secrets were slipping away from me too.
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