You walk and you walk and you walk.
I thought I would reflect and think about my ex husband, about my divorce and my current relationship. My future, what my plans are because I currently have no job. I live in a tiny room behind my uncles house.
But I don’t contemplate these things.
I focus on my steps and the wind and the view. My sore feet, the straps of my backpack digging into my skin, shoulders red. Where will I sleep tonight? Will I see anyone camping or will I be alone again?
Here and now and survival.
That’s all I think about really.
I have pitched my tent at Ha’on and I have a beautiful view of the Sea of Galilee, opposite me, across the ocean I see the city lights of Tiberius where I woke up yesterday.
I’m settling in. I’m making pasta and I’m writing for the first time and I am feeling calm.
I am content.
Looking forward to snuggling in my sleeping bag 😊
