The Eastern Cape of South Africa is a wild beauty that you should check out.
A casual day running an errand and exploring the downtown triangle of Jerusalem leads to musings on Israel.
I was trundling along a street in Jerusalem, dripping with sweat from the fierce Israel sun. Gross. It was a rough neighborhood, no charm here. Lots of garages and other things like garages… light industry kind of stuff but all old and grungy. I was looking for an art gallery I noticed on google maps and as with almost all grass-roots galleries, it would be in gungville for the low rents.
Sometimes you connect with a place so well you actually here the *click*. It doesn’t happen often with me but it did with Hermanus, South Africa.
It’s evening and I am sitting in a ground floor apartment listening to the muezzin singing the evening call to pray over the loud speaker. I am so thankful that he has a most splendid voice.
I was just going to write a FB post about a book and be done with it but something kept nudging me to write more, explore more. Why did this small book feel like a profound inner shift for me?