This was so captivating and intriguing I felt myself transported there. What kind of mental magic is this that you're brewing over there Jaz? This is absolutely superb! more and more and more please👌🏽🙏🏼🤲🏽
Girlfriend I’ve got so much magic in the queue. It’s taken me a little minute to clarify my vision for the Mag but it’s coalescing nicely. I’m so glad you enjoyed. Love you! 🩷
This letter drips with the kind of lucid fever-dream that only truth disguised as fiction can conjure. Shivan’s voice haunts in the most intoxicating way.. like a scent you once knew in a past life but can’t quite place. Every word feels like it was meant to be found in a quiet moment, like a key slipped under a door. There's something sacred here, an aching intimacy between self-invention and surrender, between performance and revelation. To drift in and out of oneself, to be unfinished, untethered, aflame..it is not madness, but a deeper kind of awakening. Essaouira echoes not just as a destination, but as a call back to the soul’s origin point. What a gift it is to be allowed to witness her unraveling.
I miss reading writing like this. PEOPLE like this. Every word felt potent and spirited. Sheesh. This is the kind of treasure one would be so lucky to happen upon. And what better hands than yours. Looking forward to the next letter/find. Thank you, Jasmine 🌷
This was so captivating and intriguing I felt myself transported there. What kind of mental magic is this that you're brewing over there Jaz? This is absolutely superb! more and more and more please👌🏽🙏🏼🤲🏽
Girlfriend I’ve got so much magic in the queue. It’s taken me a little minute to clarify my vision for the Mag but it’s coalescing nicely. I’m so glad you enjoyed. Love you! 🩷
This letter drips with the kind of lucid fever-dream that only truth disguised as fiction can conjure. Shivan’s voice haunts in the most intoxicating way.. like a scent you once knew in a past life but can’t quite place. Every word feels like it was meant to be found in a quiet moment, like a key slipped under a door. There's something sacred here, an aching intimacy between self-invention and surrender, between performance and revelation. To drift in and out of oneself, to be unfinished, untethered, aflame..it is not madness, but a deeper kind of awakening. Essaouira echoes not just as a destination, but as a call back to the soul’s origin point. What a gift it is to be allowed to witness her unraveling.
I absolutely love discovering and connecting with women of haunting depth. Even the distant ghost of a life can serve to affirm one’s own path. 🌹
How beautiful! My heart longs to read more 🌹
I miss reading writing like this. PEOPLE like this. Every word felt potent and spirited. Sheesh. This is the kind of treasure one would be so lucky to happen upon. And what better hands than yours. Looking forward to the next letter/find. Thank you, Jasmine 🌷
It’s a real treasure. The story continues on Sunday! 😘xoxo
Love this so much! You are an archaelogist of the Soul!!! So beautiful, and so interesting!!!
Yay!! Her story continues soon! Xoxo
My GOD she was gorgeous! 🤌🏽🔥 MJ and Liz Taylor came to mind. 🥰
tell ya one thing, this is a Morocco I'd LOVE to explore, unlike the one experienced (or maybe unexperienced) by Jane and Paul Bowles !!!