My brother introduced me to Kabbalah when I was in my early twenties. I spent a year in the US, part of it writing a novel (but let’s not dwell on that, eh? I literally wince at the memory of it – yeah, that bad). But the house was on Cape Ann, on top of a cliff overlooking the sea. I can still feel the warmth of the sun, still see the diamond-glinting on waves as dawn broke.
My body clock was still on UK time so I woke early every day and sat with a mug of coffee on my balcony just drinking in the sound of the gulls and the sight of the occasional small boat, pulling up lobster pots. It was heaven – a supremely happy time of extreme simplicity. I had just what I could fit into my small case. When I wasn’t writing, I prowled through my brother’s books and his record collection. I developed a love of Bach and early church music and started studying Kabbalah.Here, at last, it seemed, was a map, a glyph of life, the universe, everything. You could take every religion, mythology, every item of faith, every aspect of creation, science and spirituality, magic and mathematics, and find a place for them on the Tree of Life. It was like a multi-dimensional labyrinth, a glass bead game – both an intellectual challenge and a song to the heart. I fell hook, line and sinker – and it remains the basis of my spirituality to this day.
Anyhow, this wasn’t supposed to be a rant or a sermon. I must also say that I don’t belong to any groups and I don’t tie bits of string round my wrist or drink overpriced water endorsed by Madonna – and I’m truly saddened that people are profiting from what should be a totally free resource. But hey…ain’t it ever thus?
So. Anyhow. Israel. I’m flying out on Monday – and I just can’t wait. My brazen attempt at getting new clothes via blogging failed dismally. However, I took advantage of the sales and have cobbled together a sort of wardrobe (mainly in tones of black, it has to be said). I am packing my bruised and battered soul and heading for the sun. It will be good for me to be with people; to have some light-heartedness and hopefully some inspiration. I know how lucky I am to have such an opportunity. Many people just have to battle on in the stranglehold of everyday life. So it’s a huge grateful thank-you to Kinetis for inviting me.I’d love to be able to tell you our itinerary but they’re being all mysterious about it… Apparently my plea for desert and camels is being taken into consideration…But really, who cares? We’re staying in a hotel a few minutes from the beach in Tel Aviv – and, by heck, what a beach!
Above all I’m really looking forward to meeting my fellow travellers – the UK bloggers Rosie and Sally – and Spanish bloggers Monica and Eva. I took Spanish A level (and got a flipping A grade too) but, alas, the years have sucked it out of me. Never mind – when the spirit is willing, the communication will follow.
We're also meeting up with the lovely Susie...I love her blog and suspect she's a bit of a kindred spirit...Stop press: Oh my. You remember how I put out a pitiful plea to Figleaves? Which – after some initial flirtation on Twitter - they stoically ignored, of course. Well… my bestest baddest friend (she of the flat in London and the Saudi sheiks and the ayurvedic rib-bruising massages) only went and sent me a care package from the place… and I now possess a swimsuit that shows off WAY too much cleavage and a seriously posh bra and knickers set… So, if I get caught in cross-fire or am mown down by a runaway Segway at least I’ll be showing a flash of purple lace as they cart me into an ambulance…