Safad

I came back to ground zero. The distilled streams of my past all began here. Even the old Turkish hospital still stands as a ruin to the mystery of the place. I get lost here everyday, trying to find my way among the streets that bend around like lost snakes. There are so many ways to get lost here and so many ways to find oneself. But this is where I began. This is ground zero and from here I can only move up.

The Shadows of Ostrava.

I came back, resolving the shadows of Ostrava. There needed to be some cleaning here. It was not a smooth ride, nor is it now. The winter does not help. What keeps me going is the way a street will turn, like a snake into a dark corner, and there it will find other sources. I learned to pray here. To find some grounding in the small upturned stones that graze your feet as you walk. I found my G-d nestled in a small shule thats over 800yrs old. There is an old man there who has a slight tremmor. I listen to his prayer deeply.