Living in the present moment often finds us in a contemplative state where we reflect on our journey. My time in Israel is filled with many such moments.
Being raised in a religious family that tilted so far to the political ‘right’ that I often felt as if I was in danger of tipping over, many experiences illumined deep discrepancies between what people said or did, and characteristics, attributes and attitudes that I was taught are supposedly ‘divine’. Many times religious creeds seemed only to align with someone’s political persuasions, and if I didn’t go along the chances of finding treadmarks on my brain and skid marks on my heart were pretty much guaranteed. Going along to get along was the only way to survive.
Today, it is clear how death transformed many of my ‘beliefs’ into ‘believings’, and even today they continually evolve as the illusion of ‘truth’ as something that is eternally carved into ‘stone’ keeps getting pummelled into gravel, grit and sand. Harder still is that sometimes it happens in an instant, and the foundation I was standing on is gone and I’m treading deep emotional water while trying to inflate my water wings!
Every day in this amazing country is a gift, and I’m finding it almost impossible to write as words take me out of the moment. Here I have become profoundly aware that we live in the flow of change and that nothing can be carved in stone. So it is that I find myself celebrating the graffiti, messages written in the ‘wet cement’ of time and space.
As every experience deepens self-knowing, and awareness of my world, it is with unbridled joy that I celebrate coherence even as understanding evolves and becomes a bucket of paint and a brush that wipes out the old and leaves space for something new.