Sun Kissed Days

Sun Kissed Days

Thursday, October 6, 2016

Going Home


Her rivers pulsate in the veins of my mind,
her desert's wilderness on my skin.
Her land a piece of my narrative,
she thunders in the echoes of my thoughts,
in the geography of my being.
The soundtrack of childhood,
hopscotched into the present.
My roots tangled
with blurred lines
of self,
of quest,
of devotion.







Recently I went back to my birthplace of Israel. I was delighted and whole to be there,
to bathe in her beauty and to be with family that I love.

42 comments:

  1. Memories brought back to the forefront. Home sure can do that.

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  2. Dear Ayala:

    "My roots tangled
    with blurred lines
    of self," Great lines...

    Thanks for a terrific short but power packed read... With Best Wishes Scott

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  3. It never leaves you, ever ~ Good to see you Ayala ~

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  4. I cannot even understand how it would feel to part with your country. I think it would cleave my heart.

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  5. Your homeland speaks through your words beautifully. I love the verb choices..."pulsate", "thunders", "hopscotched". This is wonderful.

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  7. You brought your memories for us to feel

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    1. My heart is thorn with my home and my birth place :) I love them both.

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  9. Poignant piece, Ayala. This is so beautiful.

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  10. This is beautiful and I can feel your deep love for the land and home of your birth. It is forever embedded in your heart and soul.

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  11. Lovely, Ayala. Especially adore "the geography of my being." I also like the imagery of "hopscotching into the present."

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  12. "Especially love the finish here:
    roots tangled
    with blurred lines
    of self,
    of quest,
    of devotion."

    Great!

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  13. Lovely, Ayala. Indeed there is something said for visiting the place of one's roots! Blurred lines, but lines nonetheless. Beautiful thoughts.

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  14. How wonderful to visit your homeland, part of the geography of your being, for sure.

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  15. Wonderful. Our places are a part of us, aren't they?

    P.S I would love to visit Israel someday!

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  16. This is lovely. And the form - like a chalice - is ... wonderful!

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  17. it seems that we too often forget the power of place ~

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  18. there's something special in going home - sounds like you had a great time - i will travel to israel in november - looking forward to it

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