On October 1, I returned home after spending nearly two weeks on a spiritual pilgrimage in Israel and Palestine. The war began 6 days later. The trip was planned last year and I frequently wondered what it would be like to travel in a country where conflict could break out at any moment. While being there, the thought hardly came to mind due to the deeply meaningful experience. I felt like I was at the center of the world traveling through the Israeli and Palestinian lands.
Some of the holiest places in the world for Jews, Muslims, & Christians are within the ancient Jerusalem walls, a few hundred meters of each other. When Christians are walking the Via Dolorosa to the Holy Sepulchre, Jews are praying at the Western Wall, while Muslims pray above the Wall at the Al Aksa Mosque, the location of the Dome of the Rock, on the Temple Mount. I’m inspired to learn more, especially since returning home, and trying to better understand the cross-cultural intersectionality, which continues to render me speechless.
As the trip was ending, we were on the bus heading back (to the hotel) on the narrow, busy streets, filled with cars, bikes, and lined with shops, fruit and vegetable carts, and stray cats roaming the dusty, cracked sidewalks. Looking out the window, a painted image gave me a flashback to the mural I saw on the day I arrived. The bus (from the airport) drove by a large mural on the side of an old, run down, auto repair station. It was of a print that I have hanging in my office, Love is in the Air - by Banksy. I immediately got excited to see it, but quickly shrugged it off assuming it was a reproduction.
Now, riding on the bus, I excitedly looked online for the original location of my favorite work of art by Bansy. Sure enough, I was in the place of the original Love is in the Air mural. It was a few hundred meters from my hotel in Beit Shahour, a small town just east of Bethlehem, located in the West Bank. The bus driver dropped me off and I got to spend some time with the subversive and paradoxical image of the young protester, hat backwards, bandana partly over face, and ready to launch, not a molotov cocktail, but a bouquet of flowers!
The moment I saw the Love is in the Air image years ago, I was immediately drawn to it. I saw part of a young version of myself, in the protester, working and struggling to form a sense of radical love - one that I continue to try to embrace and extend. A strong sense of radical love that I experienced in my time traveling throughout Israel-Palestine.
While spending time with the peaceful protester on the wall, I wondered where he was aiming the bouquet of flowers? When I pulled out my phone and pointed it in the same direction, the map showed it was a straight shot to Jerusalem, yes, the “City of Peace.”