seismic shift – Negev and Safed 1992

the seismic shift of

one breath

takes me back

to Negev,

to the sweltering heat at

mid-day looking out

over the canyon down;

hiding from the sun

in the observatory:

raw exposure to the wild and deep.


I could have followed the invitation back to the Carmelites in Indianapolis, US.

It would have been hot there, too. But I would not have had my breath taken away overlooking the canyon in the Negev.

From there, I travelled past the murderous heat near the Dead Sea

the mountainous north – traditionally home of mystics:

I would   enjoy the view of the Mediterranean from Haifa’s Mount Carmel –

But first, a weekend near Safed. Staying with a couple I had heard

of through Findhorn, Mark and Amanda. And their two sons. Up high on the mountain top,

outside their front door, after the ritualised Sabbath meal with the family – simplicity and  devotion –

Quietly overlooking the valleys to the south, I lost what remnants of religion I may still have carried, again:

This is what is.






~ by Barbara S on February 26, 2016.

One Response to “seismic shift – Negev and Safed 1992”

  1. Initially, when chosen, the phrase ‘seismic shift’ referred to the fact, that recalling this, like other special moments, I am back there in an instant – breathing deeper and aware of my freedom, or as a protagonist of James Baldwin’s put it: The fabulous extent of my luck.
    Yet there are other layers of meaning to explore perhaps: The shift away from religion, the attraction of desert, canyon and mountain top.

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