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Posted on Mar 17, 2012 | 1 comment

Discovering What My Soul Cannot Yet Contain

Discovering What My Soul Cannot Yet Contain

Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. -Robert Frost About two years before we left, I found a blog entry in which a world traveler said she always wondered what it would be like to live in this African village, in this Latin American jungle, or in this Asian desert. And so, she would go there, and live there; and then she knew, until the train whistle blew on its way to the next location, and she’d wonder what would it be like to live there. That blog really stayed with me, and has been an inspiration for me as we have traveled. What would it be like to live on a ranch in La Lucha de la Tigre, Costa Rica? And have Sonia and Jose Ramon as neighbors? Now, I know. And what it would...

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Posted on Feb 27, 2012 |

The Mundane/Amazing- Hamburgers for Your Belated Birthday

The Mundane/Amazing- Hamburgers for Your Belated Birthday

“I am so happy, I cannot be contained in the world; But like a spirit, I am hidden from the eyes of the world. If the foot of the trees were not tied to earth, they would be pursuing me; For I have blossomed so much, I am the envy of the gardens.” -Rumi (it’s always time for Rumi….) Going through the hundreds of video files in which we recorded our everyday mundane/amazing. And it was, and so it is back home, in your home, too, I bet. Those little things like celebrating someone’s birthday by making a festive meal… Those little moments when you danced, or someone hugged you, or that song on the radio brought you back to just that one magical mundane moment, just then. It’s so romantic for me as I look back. I see us all humming along in the kitchen, our hub, where we spent so much of that time, cutting salads/ making food. It was our therapy. And those tables, we’d spend...

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Posted on Feb 24, 2012 |

Home Is Wherever I’m With You

After two months after leaving the States and moving to Israel, my dear friends Efrat and Sarai came to visit us in Kiryat Shemona. Efrat leans down to then-three-and-a-half-year-old Dahnya and asks, “How do you like your new home?” No answer. “Dahnya, can you understand the abstract concept of the word ‘home’?” Silence. Dahnya looks deep in thought. She then looks up into Efrat’s shining face, “No”. “Oh, oh, I’m Coming Hoooome. Home is Wherever I’m With You.” And so, we seek a new home, a new resting ground to lay our heads down in, and feel like we (even for the moment) belong there. I guess that is how the true nomads feel, always resettling down in the next “home”, but always knowing that “home” is just where they are, together, with each. And so it is with us, home is where we are, together. Here’s a couple of videos that show that process for us… Looking for an Indigenous Village to Live in, Ecuador So it’s that...

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Posted on Feb 19, 2012 |

Paying The Tolls of My Soul

Paying The Tolls of My Soul

The deeper things in life surface when you live a carefree, obligation-free, life of exploration. We keep passing the toll road booths of Peru, keep getting out our small change, holding our budget spiral in our hands, with sweaty palms and bated breath, ready to mark down that expense…. and we don’t. Similarly, I keep learning, reading, growing, thinking I’ve reached some inner plateau of peace and tranquility… and I don’t. There is some odd builds up the climax of experiencing the most mundane there is- paying the toll. We got so used to paying outrageously high tolls in Colombia, every twenty minutes (and for awful roads); and gratefully paid really cheap tolls in Ecuador for excellent roads, every once in a great while. But, here, in Peru, toll booth after toll booth after toll booth, and nada. Those heading North paid each time; those of us heading South- nada.   Trust me, I know how insignificant this is the big scheme of things. Did the Klafs pay the...

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Posted on Feb 10, 2012 |

Who Can Sense Revelation in the Wind?

And here is the first glimpse, in the pouring rain, of the home that will change us forever. Little did we know that these two rooms, those mosquito nets, that river, the dining hall, the nothingness all day, the school our kids attended and we volunteered in, the community of friends we’d make, the six of us (our family +Adir) would create unimaginable magic that forever, forever will be in our hearts. It’s a quick short soaking wet glimpse into a world unfolding before our eyes. “Who can sense revelation in the wind?” (Princess...

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