Wings and Roots- Euphoric Chatterings of Just Arriving Home- Jerusalem, Israel
It is over. It is over. It is over. Or it is?
Is it ever really over? Even when we die, is it over?
I happen to think not.
I think we continue, our souls or our energy, and our love. The love continues, transmits and transforms, morphs and mutates into something else that continues, yes, in some other form, but does not die. And so, we have arrived home, to our tribe, and damn it feels good.
We thought it would be so hard; we suspected it would be some tragic end, and yet, what we found is love in more color and tears and beauty that we could have remembered.
“The greatest gifts you can give your children are the roots and the wings.”
– Denis Waitley
Well, we’ve given them wings, dear God, they have wide-spanned, glittery-white, hugely-feathered wings that know that in any country in this world they can get along, create community, and find love. But roots?
Kobi and I left the US July 14, 2004. It took us ten lovely years in Houston, Texas to work our way as ice cream truck drivers through college, earn three university degrees between the two of us, had a sweet black poodle mix, two and a half kids [pregnant with Solai], and so many remarkable memories of friendship, family, and love. We wanted roots.
We spent seven and a half years in Northern Israel. Roots lovingly watered by Kobi’s unearthly insane and loving family, time in soul-hugging nature, dear friendships, homeschooling, founding a school, and a huge dream to travel the world later, we left Israel for wings.
Now, thirty-eight and a half months, twenty-seven flights, unreal adventures, soul mates and friendships from every major religion in the world, and sixteen countries later we’re seeking roots.
Yes, it is time for roots.
And everyone said that we would need some major time to adjust to being home again, that acclimating to life back home would be seriously hard to do, and though I may be euphoric and will curse our decision when my heart calms down, but this immediately feels like a glove our hands have dearly missed. It feels right and solid and amazing and almost makes me wonder how many wings we needed before we could come back and fully appreciate the enormous blessing of Klaf-family tribe [great facebook album from 2010!].
Tonight, a few hours after the waving signs, cheers, balloons, and foam spray fights of twenty-six loving Klafs, Dahyna said to me, “Mom, what if we don’t live here for only the summer and then go north? What if we lived in Jerusalem near all of our cousins?”
So we can even change our dream to move back into our sun-lite mountain-side home in the Northern Gallilee Valley to something closer to the roots and closer to what our soul has yearned for? Well, there you go my twelve year teacher has brought us closer to another version of the next reality we may choose.
And what of the school we helped found that we dearly miss? And what of our best friends there and my sister and her kids up North? And what of the quiet, slow-paced, peaceful , God-kissed nature of the North where all the tree-hugging hippies like us gravitate to?
I don’t know. We will see.
We’ll take care of Kobi’s little health issue that he’s been waiting on for months, find a house for the next three months near his parents, find a car, and get a tutor to come teach the kids Hebrew daily. Once we get that under way, we will see all the wonderful options that stand before us and decide. It is that easy.
Weigh the options. See what we want most, and that, and only that, do.
We’ll keep you posted, friends, but for now, know this:
Sometimes you have to go very far away and stay away for a very long time to fully appreciate what was always there, and sometimes you have to go and taste a hundred different flavors to discover that the one you can spend years whirling on your tongue was is n homemade one from yesteryear, and sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, you dance to the rhythms of instruments of joy that were so foreign you couldn’t have imagined and you discover that it is that old tune that fills you now with love that you almost forgot about.
Welcome back to Israel. Thank you, God, for this gift too!
Gabi, Kobi, Dahnya, Orazi, and Solai
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Insanely unorthodox, embarrassingly honest, and on her path towards spiritual awareness, Gabi Klaf blogs about her family’s ups and downs in their now third year of non-stop budget world travel. This family of five has lived with an indigenous tribe in the jungles of Ecuador, hitchhiked throughout the world, danced with drunk Vietnamese at weddings, and hiked the entire Annapurna Circuit trek with a documentary film crew in tow. Gabi writes about the untold sides of family travel life, those moments that take your breath away, adventures and mishaps while globetrotting, and how bits of her soul remain in this small town and off the side of that river. She is a guitar-stumming, energy-healing, ADHD wind-loving scaredy cat. Hugely romantic, tantalizingly sweet, and hysterically funny, Gabi Klaf represents a rare Rubik’s Cube of family world adventure.
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Gabi and Kobi, Dahnya, Orazi, and Solai
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