Amidst a lush landscape there was a moment of silence just before the concert began. It was a whisper in time, the February 4, 2013 kind of moment that poets use to describe eternity. Here near the island of Diwar where I have been for almost a month, there is a spaciousness that I rarely find in my day-to-day existence. It’s not that the two can’t co-exist. It’s that I haven’t learned how to compose such a life. At home, I crowd my days with busyness, with calls, and meetings, and emails, all of which feel important, demanding and urgent.
From this quiet vantage point, my other life feels mad. I realize how swiftly impotent my dreams become in my daily striving. I wonder how long this fragrance of serenity will last when I return home. My prayer, my mantra… less striving, less needing to matter.
ייתכן שרוח הקודש להדריךאותךלשלום.
“May the ‘Holy Wind’ guide you to peace.”