Last night we joined the throngs at the kotel. There was singing, dancing, the dis/harmony of a thousand prayers, crying babies and gossip, and the uncultured courting of the young. It was a wild night and a good night. But this night I did not sleep well on account of Eyjafjallajokull which is in fact an icelandic god rising angrily from beneath a frozen river of ice... He has spewed wrath into the skies and snapped our homeward bound journey in two. ... I want to go home. Eyjafjallajokull makes a mockery of the modern world, and all our systems and plans. He puts us back an entire century! In my dreams I imagined an overland journey to New Zealand via Afghanistan, Burma, Thailand, Malaysia and Indonesia.
I had a thought about the lover in the Song - a deer, a stag. We saw an ibex stag/bull in En Gedi. He was afraid of human beings. He was high up the side of the wadi, kneeling in the shade of a small grotto in the limestone. Probably waiting for sunset when he can come down and drink water in the falls, where all the greenery is, the garden. Waiting for shadows. Quick to flee, self-preservation, fear of the hunter. C. saw him first and that is because he had a hunter's eye. We only saw one. I believe they are territorial.
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