And that was Turkey. In a nutshell. Lots of shells, cause we sure had a lot of walnuts and sunflower seeds. The smallest moments I will always treasure, just finding a market for water, just wandering and walking under the scorching sun, every confused dialogue with locals, every song and note we heard, the words we started to understand and be able to repeat. A language infused into our bodies as we existed in a space. That, perhaps, is the ‘immersing’. With all humility and respect, with acknowledgement to our limitations, we have tasted a tiny part of this foreign, now strangely familiar land.

Teşekkürler,

Perhaps I’ve always been attracted to that allure of the dangerous, the wild bordering on reckless foolishness. I like finding myself (and thus, putting myself) in bewildering circumstances where I have no choice but to magic. Aka survive. There’s always a way. That way is sometimes the people - friends, strangers, sometimes the land, the earth, sometimes only your own willpower and wit and laughter. And sometimes the way is absolutely bizarre, terrifying, awesome, insane, and it would never have been conjured if we had not played our hand with a little abandon.

I was really moved by how welcoming the caretakers of the mosque were when we politely and carefully tread into the awing, majestic, mesmerizing space. Not knowing the customs and rules of respect is always daunting as an outsider. But they showed us that we were allowed to take the stairs to the upper levels, and the silence of the dome shaped place of prayer, honour, and rest, with its soft velvet carpet beneath our bare feet - all the formidability and grandeur of the colossal columns, the dazzling colours and infinitely repeating, unfolding, kaleidoscopic patterns of the mosaics, the spaciousness and intense awareness and calm - everything morphed together to create a spiritual space unlike any other I’ve experienced before.