From Jericho the road to Jerusalem runs upward. As the road rises into the hills everything is cooler and greener, and rocky. I’m using the present tense because I sense from ancient days unto the present many people for many reasons have been making this journey. I’m glad I did not keep a journal to use years later as a guide for writing the stories of my trip in 1974. Writing from scraps of memory leaves space for me to encounter mists of new ideas and understanding that have arisen inside me since I first went to Jerusalem. I think of Jericho and its many layers. When I first visited Israel I pictured the places and people I knew from the Bible. I couldn’t imagine that I would find present-day people and cities. It was like going to a strange planet where I formed an unexpected kinship. Over the years I have read much about Israel, mostly novels because I learn history best through stories. The story of Israel reaches far out into the modern world. Writing my own stories reveals roots connecting me to Israel.
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Enjoy your trip!
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Love your writing, enjoy the trip!
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Probably anyone who follows a Western faith would feel a similar way. If only that shared origin could unite instead of divide us. Oh well, at least it unites you and me, right?
I share your wish. I feel that you and I are united in the shared origin.