The scene stays with me as sharply vivid as a finely honed blade. For months afterwards I had nightmares about it.. The armored jeep crept down the main thoroughfare threateningly invisible in the dusk, its tires crunching softly on the loose, rocky pavement. Hadn't been for a few flood lights positioned on the corners of… Continue reading Aida Camp
The sapphire blue waves of the Galilee sparked in the bright morning sun as I settled myself on the soft dewy grass near its rocky shore. In a country that really has no end to its tourist season, I found myself mysteriously alone in the town of Capernaum. As I wandered aimlessly around the craggy… Continue reading Christ at the Galilee
I spent about a week, in whole, shadowing the CPT team in an effort to find out whether or not I wanted to move forward and apply for their training as a reservist. During that time I had the great fortune to meet up with other groups that had a presence in Hebron - ISM… Continue reading Huwaida Arraf is a Bad Ass!
I was on the bus returning from Bethlehem, lost in another world listening to music and gazing out of the window as the steel Behemoth made its precarious way through the winding, narrow streets of Beit Jala. I was looking for my favorite piece of graffiti; scrawled with an unsteady hand in black spray paint… Continue reading Cowards Die Many Times Before Their Deaths
"Did you see the wall?" The question legitimately confused me the first time someone asked. Which wall? *** The Western Wall The stones of the last standing Temple wall were painted orange with the sunset of my second day in Israel. They were larger than I had imagined, thousands of prayers crammed into the narrow… Continue reading Another Brick in the Wall
It has been nearly two months since I've returned from my travels and as I was thinking about how to write this long overdue post, a childhood memory replayed itself in my mind. When I was a kid, quite often my mother would unceremoniously load me into her beat up, tan Datsun without telling me… Continue reading There and Back Again