I’ve spent years perfecting my iTunes music library: sorting genres, combing through duplicates and bad versions of songs, tweaking album information, all for the appreciation of simplicity and the perfect playlist. I love to create delicately balanced playlists that flow together like a symphony, blending into one another as if they were meant to be heard one after the other, destined to be played in that order. A playlist is like a living organism: I am continually deleting and adding, as new songs come along that blend perfectly into the balance, a fresh tune, a shiny piece of lyrical art to brighten the whole sound.
We’re kicking up the dusty dirt from the lowest place on earth, just south of the Dead Sea, walking towards the moonlit mass of Masada. My breath is short as the dry air sucks away moisture from my lungs and skin. We briskly take to the rocky, snaking trail encircled by dune mountains that trick the eye. The deceptively massive peaks give the illusion of closeness, as if we could simply reach out and grasp the steep cliffs, the sharp overhangs, the bulging rocks. Yet as we begin the rigorous ascent, we soon realize that we are far, far away from the top of this mountain fortress. Continue reading “Moments in Time”
This series begins with Secret Passages, read that first to get the whole of my Jerusalem journey.
As we search for the entrance to the ramparts, the fortified walls that once protected the old city, we meet two workmen, enjoying a relaxing moment in the shade and a small cup of cold water. Before we can ask for directions thwy graciously insist we share their water, then, with the help of dramtic hand gestures, they direct us behind them through a small gate. The gate serves as the entrance to a schoolyard where two blue-eyed Israeli children giddily lead us to a part of the fence that can be easily hopped. As we jump over the fence they stare for a moment then run away giggling and squealing in rapid Hebrew.
Continue reading “Meditations in the Promised Land”
Spring is creeping over The Holy City. Saturday sunlight drenches the dune colored stones and flowers speckle the windowsills. Today is Shabbat. We meander through the silent and empty streets, through forgotten alleyways and seemingly secret tunnels, taking in the uniformity of the ancient stone attempting to understand this city’s portentous history.
In 7 days I’ll be on a plane flying back west, back home. Part of me is craving the comforts and familiarity: I miss my loved ones, endless variations of vegan food, the warm earthy scents of home, the softness of my bed, the ease of being surrounded by a culture I know and understand.
For our 12 days in Bali, I made some rules for myself:
1. Coconuts. Drink and eat as many as possible.