A nice cup of cappuccino and a heart-to-heart talk can do wonders when releasing frustrations, that often come with experiencing Cairo’s magic. More than mere depictions of an adequate social life, coffee drinking becomes a calming tool in understanding the dynamics of how luxury, comfort, and aesthetics enriches sisterly bonds.
Being in the lounge area with the women of Spelman College at the Nile Corniche, Four Seasons Hotel, prior to their departure to Upper Egypt, enriched the bond of what true sisterhood meant. Meeting with elder women, who lived decades of tales brought comfort to a young soul, who bore the Spirit of guilt, in feeling she had failed to protect her Sisters during their market and papyrus purchase experience. In turn, for her having “implanted the seed,” for truth and knowledge in their journey, for Egypt’s exploration, she had received their blessing.
Tears of joy, gratitude, and pain, filled the hotel lobby lounge, in all the mysticism of its decor. The classic elegance and demeanor in their style of dress, attracted magnetic energy into the space. The yin and yang twins were dynamic complements of each other. One highlighted the calmness of darkness, as the other showcased the stillness of light. Rest assured, things would reveal themselves in time. As the mother, stated that the seeds were implanted, and it was up to them to sustain its growth.
As the women of Spelman headed upstairs to prepare for their next voyage with AHI Travel International, another table near the window would suffice, along with a cup of cappuccino, journal, pen in hand, and the pure comforts of feeling an environment of peace.
Nearby was a grand piano, where a pianist played romantic tunes and love songs for guests, who made the lobby lounge, their second comfort zone.
Writing was a form of meditation. A way to hear any spiritual wounds, that occurred during the day. While enjoying the atmosphere, two Egyptian twins had come to bring care to a healing soul. The first was an Egyptian man named Michael. A waiter in the lounge, who came to take my order. His name already told me that he would proudly bear the cross, if salvation’s son did not have to.
Moments passed gently, and the other half had come. The crescent moon greatly followed a man called Ahmed. His job was to ensure that what had been served was up to task.
Secrets of the night stifled the imagination, concerning how the women of Spelman College Alumnae Association would experience their voyage, outside of Cairo. For truly, their presence had been a blessing to Egypt. In the way of mermaids and fairies, the wind and waters would carry them along, as they spread magical energy for the awakening and nourishment of those Darker women of those spaces. For in igniting their healing powers, they brought nourishment for themselves, their own cultures, and for the land known as Egypt. Re-igniting ancient Kemetic powers, where the purpose of magic was to heal.
Tim had confirmed its purpose, and the cappuccino disappeared. The pen had been laid to rest, and the check needed its closure. Departing would mean a return. And the primary sound was the steady pace of footsteps, with the Egyptian night’s comfort, on the journey home.