Sinai Diaries #1
... I knew that I had been called here, at the heart of the desert, to bloom like a flower… I had arrived home. I could rest. A month has passed since that first night.
Most Israelis are scared to come to Sinai, because of media hysterics, and local politics… yet I have a feeling of safety, of being guarded by the Bedouins who notice the slightest move in the desert. It is in their best interest to keep each one of us safe and happy. I sleep with the door and windows of my 'hoosha' (Hebrew word for 'hut') open, rocked by the melodies of the wind, the rhythm of the waves which are coming in, a million stars twinkling sweet golden dreams.
After a few days of exploring the surroundings, resting by the fire at night, or along the many private yet open welcoming space bordering the shore, I realized that I could fall asleep anywhere, with the benevolent energy of the camp like a mother's embrace. The expansion I am feeling inside is experienced on the outside… my home has extended to the whole camp. . . [continue]