Author: Marta Becco
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TAMAZGHA: Between Stone and Ocean
A traveling seminar of yoga, walking, and presence in the landscape November 17 – 23 | Morocco (Tafraout and Mirleft) To inhabit the body also means learning to inhabit the space that surrounds us. Movement and breath never happen in a void; rather, they are shaped in a continuous sensory dialogue with the matter, forms,…
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In the void that remember
“O you who believe, fasting is prescribed for you as it was prescribed for those before you, that you may become mindful (taqwā).” (Quran 2:183) In Mirleft, during Ramadan, time does not flow. It breathes. This is not a metaphor; it is a real, almost physical perception. There is a different rhythm—a quality of time…
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Amazigh experience
A mindful immersion into the culture and spirituality of Southern Morocco. All year round upon request Next group departure September 9th Between the Atlantic Ocean and the first breath of the desert lies a place that doesn’t simply get visited — it slowly begins to move through you.
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The Threshold – Yoga Journey in Ladakh
August 2027 ( + Kashmir Bonus Track) In collaboration with Travel with Lya Is it about reaching a destination, consuming an experience, escaping personal frustrations, or preying on Instagrammable spots? Or is it about letting a place and an opportunity flow through you, recognizing yourself in the relationship with an “elsewhere,” and allowing yourself to…
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MOROCCO – Yoga, sea, conscious journey
March 10 – 15 (17) March 17 – 21 (23) MIRLEFT, ASARAG GUEST HOUSE Yoga, meditation, conviviality, and conscious exploration of the splendid Moroccan coast. Sea, light, wide horizons, the warmth and authenticity of Amazigh hospitality, the taste of the authentic, and the call of Nature (ours, first and foremost). This is the ideal setting…
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Vocazione
“Vocazione Imparare l’arte di cadere Amando tremendamente Lo spazio vacuo Tra ramo e terra”
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Sacro
“Sacro è quel che si offre Finendo.”
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Due
“Due non esiste E’ un artificio della mente Lo sanno gli alberi E la loro ctonia telepatia Il passero Tra le fauci di un gattino”
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Tempesta
“M è in tempesta oggi Sento il frangersi delle onde Dal di qua del muro Non so nulla di più delicato”
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India
L’India è la madre Che mi ha restituito la mia L’emozione Sepolta sotto un’idea Delle più orrorifiche L’amore si merita”