With every chink of metal against the hard packed ground, with every puff of dust, sweat mingled with salted tears. Yes, even death of our fury friends hurt. We cry, we miss them. Their presence give comfort. Why? How? Knowledge of their life span does not lessen the moment when breath vanishes its repetitive motion … Continue reading Order of Things
Do you ever find yourself wistfully longing for life to be less stressful? Less complicated? Less demanding? Less exhausting? Are you hungry and thirsty for something more? Sometimes we can clearly define that ‘something more’ we yearn for; other times, that ‘something more’ is inexplicable, but its absence is felt. I imagine each Israelite that was a part of … Continue reading Where’s My Promised Land?