water and life

Much of the last few years for me has felt like a big fuzzy swirling question mark. Occasionally a moment stands clear like the first sight of land from a foggy sea. For a few breaths I'm convinced I'm in the right place at the right time. It's the most self-interested experience I can have, and possibly the most important. I've had a few of these in the last month. I am grateful for each one.
-that night swim in the starry universe of the Red Sea
-coming down the hill from the checkpoint on my bicycle, middle of the night, warm wind on my face, eyes closed as long as I dare
-my self-baptism in the Jordan River a few days ago.
-floating on my back in the Sea of Galilee and looking at the lights of Tiberias glowing soft and red on the water.

In each of these moments I found peace. It was great.