The Rainbow and The Sniper

A true story of awakening on the border of war—where water remembers, the land grieves, and nothing is separate

I didn’t come to Israel to lose my life—I came to find it… And yet, as I glanced down at the red laser dot on my chest I somehow knew that I was exactly where I needed to be.

The sniper shouted out across the desert in Hebrew, commanding me not to move.
So I sat—on the rocky shale slope of the mountain—closed my eyes and laughed at the absurdity of it a…