I am in here.
Yesterday, I was noting down a lot of Mircea Eliade’s ideas on the form of early Judaism in general, and the story of the binding of Isaac in particular. Deep and worthy ideas, but unengaged. Campbell discards all of Judaism out of hand, but he is personally engaged with it — as an antagonist, at … Continue reading readings
“House of Bread” = Beit (house) Lekhem (bread) = Bethlehem. This is, within the boundaries of Israel, the most exotic place I have been to, and it is only half an hour — no more — from Jerusalem. I start out this morning figuring that I ought to see some sort of sight while I … Continue reading Slouching towards Bethlehem
OK, you try to find an internet hookup in the hills of Galilee. This weekend was not just a retreat to the hills overlooking the Sea of G, but my first ever Yom Kippur.
No one came home 1. Max was in bed that morning, pressed against my feet, walking to my pillow to kiss my nose, long and lean with aqua- marine eyes, my sun prince who thought himself my lover. He was cream and golden orange, strong willed, lord of the other cats and his domain. He … Continue reading no one came home
white pebble 