I am crossing the country’s borders.
Been reaching a few other milestones recently too. Work with Rektikano is going well, and I have nothing but gratitude to the people who gave me their faith by giving me the work.
While working on the magazine earlier today, I had Angels In America on. Hearing it in the background while I work is like listening to music. It is the music of compassion. Comforting.
The rabbi Streep’s words bear even more significance to me now –
“You can never make that crossing that she made, for such great voyages in this world do not anymore exist. But everyday of your lives, the miles – that voyage from that place to this one – you cross. Everyday! You understand me? In you, that journey, is.”
And I go to a place with an Arabic name that means abode of faith.
I may not need to sing songs anymore about this journey. It already is singing to me.