Two months far away from everything I know. But not far away from God, neither from myself. Speak a little, observe a lot. Missing anything and anyone. What I need is coming to me one way or another. Still, the existential loneliness of mine out-stands as something that should be overcome.
I decided to go back to Wadi Rum and spend the 50-day Easter fast in a Bedouin camp in the desert, where nobody lives. Without electricity, i-net or mobile connection.
Living in a close conservative community in Rum, cleaning rooms, cooking in the kitchen, washing the dishes, working in the reception in order to deserve my food and bed in Petra took a little bit of my daily freedom but led me to interact with people who enriched my life in inexplicable way. No words can express the state of freedom of my travelling body and calm mind. An internal security produced by the faith in God and trust in my soul's knowledge who are leading me. Whatever I should encounter, whatever i should pass through, whomever i should meet and however I should go on - let it be.
I decided to go back to Wadi Rum and spend the 50-day Easter fast in a Bedouin camp in the desert, where nobody lives. Without electricity, i-net or mobile connection.
Living in a close conservative community in Rum, cleaning rooms, cooking in the kitchen, washing the dishes, working in the reception in order to deserve my food and bed in Petra took a little bit of my daily freedom but led me to interact with people who enriched my life in inexplicable way. No words can express the state of freedom of my travelling body and calm mind. An internal security produced by the faith in God and trust in my soul's knowledge who are leading me. Whatever I should encounter, whatever i should pass through, whomever i should meet and however I should go on - let it be.
