Sinai Diaries #1
I am settled on a tiny hill, with mountains at the back, the sea spreading un-interrupted on all sides, and once again joining the Akaba Mountains. I have come to know where the first ray of moonlight starts, and as I greet it from my hammock, ...
The mountain that doesn't ask whose feet treads its belly, imposing respect by its immobility, is my teacher; the sky which offers its blank screen to the multitudes of cloud formations, like fluffy thoughts passing through the cotton of my mind, is my teacher; the seashell which calls my attention to its minuscule beauty, is my teacher… I receive the silent messages of nature as omens on the journey. I have yet to discover the desert… there is no hurry… I am slowing feeling my comfort zone in this new life.
A month ago, the possibility of living in Sinai was not one of the infinite possibilities in my horizon. Yet, over the past year of drastic and evolutionary changes in my life - leaving my husband of 22 years and being on my own for the first time in my life, at the age of 53. . .. [continue]