I still continue counting full moons, last one was the sixth, half a year passed, just an arbitrary number, meaningless point in time. But time washes old thing, brings on new. Changes. Things have definitely changed for me; after two years of working persistently, I finally received the support and recognition of the community my work is coming from or going to; the people of the unrecognized Bedouin villages. This super positive turning point (which came not a moment too soon) has elevated my spirit so high, to remind myself I’m not chronically sad, it’s just a matter of circumstances. Frustration was replaced with bursting energy, even the negative answer for financial support, much feared from, that was received two days ago, didn’t manage to bring me down. Can’t really explain why I haven’t written in a while, it’s always like that when working intensively, enthusiasm pushes away contemplation time. So many important things happened in the last month but I guess I didn’t feel like writing it. Spring has brought blossom of production. Spring has also brought my seasonal allergy; I’m sneezing like an old machine gun, my eyes watery outside, uncomfortable time. Beginning of spring also brought temporary hormonal take over, sexual confusion challenged my will power and common sense, my winter’s romantic melancholy and seriousness threatened by superficial push ups and lip gloss, my cocoon process was interrupted by the premature butterfly syndrome. A well known issue in prophetic and messianic literature, but the test was acknowledged and passed decently.
No, it’s not time yet, but it’s getting closer, soon.