I follow my
understanding and new lekh-lekhâ on January 1, 2009,
that - after 7 years
- I should no longer create new pages on my 2 websites,
but intermingle the evidence of new experiences with that on existing
pages.
Since March 2009 I've been "synchronizing" the chronological
process of the Godchannel.com files
with the chronological process of my photos and -
if there should be time - observations of the
"Walk About Love"
continuation
of May 9, 2009 ;
last update of this page: July 30, 2009
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I understand, that I must stay over
night somewhere,
from where I can meet the Walkers in the morning,
before they leave the camp.
The wedding would be at Pardes Hanna,
while the Walk was much further north
along
the Zippori River.
It became clear then,
that I had to visit N., the former partner of R.,
before I would attend R.'s wedding.
For N. lived at a village
- not known to me before -
called "Yuvalim",
relatively close to "the Monks' Mill"
in the valley of the Zippori River.
Only when the talking between me and N. deepened,
did we both understand,
that she was in dire need of support.
It was all staged:
Walking with The Walk and parting from the Walkers
in between the encounter with two friends,
who once had been a couple...
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N. on her way to work, lets me off at a
certain junction,
Her car had not yet disappeared, when two students of physiotherapy,
from two "spiritual" villages in the north of Israel,
Gil'ad from Hararit
and Amos from Jodfat,
picked me up.
We had ten minutes together and the deepest of talks..
Unusual
for this day ahead of me,
which by its end seemed to have been "planned from
above" in every detail,
this first part - finding the Walkers - was difficult and
exhausting.
I even had to call Gil - which I wanted to avoid
- in order to get more exact directions.
Perhaps this was the purpose of "not finding my way"
- to be forced to call Gil,
as a preparation for our encounter some hours later...
I had to pass by a Bedouin village,
the name of which I never heard before: Hawalid.
My main driver was Hadar (in
the Qur'an the name for Eliyah, the prophet),
who told me the story of the family:
"Until 1995 we lived on
that hill, separately from Hawalid.
Then the Jews came and destroyed our house
- simply destroyed it to the ground.
It was winter, it was raining, it was cold - my father became
so ill,
he almost didn't make it.
Later we found a placeto live at Shefaram..."
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Hadar apologized for not having the time to bring me further,
but I was happy, that the trail was clear, and the weather splendid
and Nature at its best.
The trail was along the Zippori creek, which would
be the "center" of today's walk,
i.e. my 'parting-walk' with the Walkers would be along water!
To the left is the school, to which Hadar went,
when he stilled lived here.
The place itself is the ancient site "Khali" (see
in "biblewalks.com" )
I had decided, that on this last day of
walking with the Walkers,
I wanted to - even more than usual - be aware of every spot of
beauty, of every scene of joy and love.
I haven't told, thatI didn't have the time to take my camera from
the repair shop in Tel-aviv
which I had discerned while we were
doing our "Parade" through Allenby Street
(during our cleaning up at Nitzanim Beach sand had gotten into
the camera. bought only recently).
But Since my former camera - smashed by error and ruined - decided
to resurrect and waited at Arad,
I now had this old camera with me.
At this spot it suddenly refused to work and I pulled out my cellphone
to make this picture,
the camera got anxious again, competitive perhaps, and returned
to working properly....
Looking forward around the bend
Looking backward across the river ; a herd
of sheep
Looking to the side: two little shepherds
Looking across the thistles
Walking east, coming closer to The Walk's campsite
Before taking the final turn to the east, I look
back once more - to that ancient site, now called "Khali".
A junction, but I cannot go wrong
There it is: "Takhanat
Ha-Nezirim" - "The Monks' Mill"
And there they are, behind the golden field: "my"
Walkers
Sjorg (Holland) comes out the gate, sees me, greets me with excitement:
"Welcome back!"
And I have to dampen his joy:
"I came to part, I came just
for a few hours!"
