Life Of Others
A story about sharing silence with a stranger in a cave located in the heart of a desert.
It all started in one paragraph from National Geographic Magazine. It was about a 3 day unique yoga workshop in the desert. The article rang true, so I decided to call the number in the add. There was chemistry between me and the yogi on the other side of the phone. However, I was not ready to give myself this weekend trip, so I booked it for my partner.
Weeks later my partner came back from the yoga workshop with a huge smile on her face. You've got to go there, and ask her to take you to the cave.
So I did. A week later, after a 5 hour drive, I was having a cold beer with the yogi. The verbal chemistry we had in our first phone chat came to visit once again. She introduced me with her unique Italy-like lifestyle and I loved every line of her script.
She is a yoga instructor, sharing a studio with her sister in law. Her partner is a farmer who grows peppers, and her brother in law builds mud houses. He also built this lodge, she proudly mentions, while I was scanning the mud-house lodge with curious- impressed eyes.
I live and breath creativity of others, I feel creative while writing in Hebrew, I know how to capture creative images, and I speak creatively in Hebrew and English. But every time I actually face tangible creativity, as in wood crafting, wool weaving or...mud building, I become speechless. Maybe because it's a dimension which is beyond my reach.
The moon and the sun switched roles and I was tired. I'll let you rest now, she read my thoughts and body language. Thanks I replied and without hesitation I shoot back the inevitable question: could you take me to the cave tomorrow? Sure, she smiled back, I had a feeling you'd like me to, she wrapped up the conversation gently.
The following morning, she introduced me to the mud guy. The talented brother in law explained about the conductive qualities of the mud house, the connection to the African culture, the business potential found in this energy efficient building technique, and more. After an hour or so of troubleshooting like conversation, I left his studio inspired and more optimistic than ever. I love asking questions. It maintains the inner child in me. It reminds me to stay humble.
We started hiking into the wild brown desert. We spoke about our kids, compared parenting models, learned from each other's stories, failures, challenges and frustrating moments. We felt so comfortable with one another that we even shared our future dreams...