Walkabout

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Photo: Amitai Asif

 

In the monotonous pace of desert hikes, there lies a meditative calm: as wispy trails rise and descend, as footpaths curl around a bend, as dirt turns palettes of light and shade, as layers pressed in rock clutch eras so long gone, they are quite literally written in stone.

 

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Voguish

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Photo: Narcissus

 

It may be fashionable to be unkind,

To dismiss civility as weak

And see polite discourse

As reflecting ‘snowflake’ fragility.

One wonders, though,

About the price of bullish ways

On our children

Who are learning

Not what we say

But what we model.

Will they grow to celebrate insult

As denoting power,

And be enthused

By pseudo-charm;

Or will they see

The true resilience of empathy

So hate and war

Can finally be

Disarmed?

 

 

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Pedestrian

 

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

This photo makes me smile.

The vistas and the light and play of shade and stream and sun, yes … But more than anything, the path and the story it tells: the measured step of the dad with the baby on his back, keeping one eye on the older one; the exuberant skip of the boy; the plastic bag tied to the father’s carrier, containing who knows what but probably some leftover drink and snack; the other people in the background, strolling, skipping, taking in the fresh air and the sights.

A timeless story. Set in any place, in every language. Humans walking from one place to another, the oldest mode of transport since we’d swung down from the trees to become bipedal and free up our hands.

 

 

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No Vacancy

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Deny hate a room

In your heart

Anywhere.

Fill it instead

With soul truths:

The sweet breath

Of infants

Asleep against your chest.

Does not differentiate

Who is worthy of care.

Deny hate a room.

Allow compassion

Instead

To take hold

Everywhere.

 

 

 

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Valuable Interest

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Not all interest

Pays dividends.

Not all attention

Is of value.

Too often what’s at stake

Is a diversion

To some bias of

Profit,

When in truth

The real returns

Are found in

Empathy, and

Real growth is in

Addressing prejudice,

Resolving hate

And healing

Conflict.

 

 

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