Two years ago, way before the #Vortex even existed, I wrote a poem called “Mountain Daughter” that just came to me. At the time I didn’t understand why. I actually thought I was going to give birth to a little girl in Topanga.

 

During quarantine, I needed my own escape. So I purchased a yurt and made it my own little Moroccan Sanctuary. I dressed it up with my most favorite traditional items and retreated there whenever I needed a break from the world. The Khayma ( “tent” in Moroccan) needed a name, so I called it, “My Escape Vortex”.

 

Exactly one year ago, I decided to start sharing my little creation with artists who needed an escape. The Vortex had spoken and I could no longer be selfish with its energetic gifts. I listed it on @airbnb and we have been hosting ever since.

 

Time passed by and I came across the poem I wrote and it dawned on me.  I couldn’t believe that my “Mountain Daughter” was not a person, but a sacred space that I gave birth to without realizing it. 

 

This magical little Vortex has hosted so many amazing people this year. Some of my guests have touched my heart so deeply. A lot of them have shared their healing stories the next day, their lucid dreams that they had that night inside the Vortex, their own creation that they were able to unlock while retreating here. We have laughed, we have cried and we have celebrated together.

 

Thank you to all my amazing guests who carry this place in their hearts, who have decided to get married here, to propose, to celebrate their very very special occasions on this land. It’s been one of the best years of my life Happy Birthday to My Mountain Daughter.   

 

Safaa,  3.18.2022