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Walking the Negev and Arabah deserts reminded me that this was not my neighborhood, but theirs–and I was living in it.  I was not only witness, but witnessed.   I was tempted to complain about the sweltering heat of the day or freezing my ass off at night in my tent. Shivering with cold or

For me to be holy-grounded here in Israel is to keep my balance, step by step, as the earth spins under my feet.  I’m becoming a  peregrinator, a seeker of the divine, working on keeping clear: God wears my skin as much as I do. I grow confidence that the Divine speaks the language of flesh; that

Wilderness “re-wilds” my tame self.  How to re-wild?  Get yourself into a  place of lostness, a place with no easy resources, no pat answers. Maybe it’s a place you don’t want to be ‘cause you’ve been kicked out of the mainstream to the edges, or left in a huff, wounded; a place of loneliness, addiction, aging-and-not-liking-it, maybe a

Suffer to get well  Surrender to win Die to live Give away to keep Yet… Most of what I’ve given away has my claw marks on it