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    Are We There Yet?: Travel as as a Spiritual Path
    Are We There Yet?: Travel as as a Spiritual Path
    Are We There Yet?: Travel as as a Spiritual Path
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    Are We There Yet?: Travel as as a Spiritual Path

    By Shefa Gold

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    It's the perpetual question: Are we there yet? We've probably asked and answered it countless times. But impatience can cloud the real question: Where are we right now? Are We There Yet? shows a way to turn travel into a spiritual practice.


    From the Gully to the Crossroads--walking, driving, flying--Rabbi Shefa Gold shares her experience and insight on travel and helps us reexamine our natural inclination to focus on our destinations--both physical and spiritual.


    Ride along with her on her many journeys--some mundane, some mysterious, and a few near miraculous--and discover the joy of what can happen when you stop worrying about there and focus on here.


    Are We There Yet? lets you tap into the potential of each journey--starting with the first step.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBen Yehuda Press
    Release dateFeb 4, 2019
    ISBN9781934730720

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      Are We There Yet? - Shefa Gold

      Are We There Yet?

      Travel as a Spiritual Practice

      Shefa Gold

      BenYehuda Press

      Teaneck, New Jersey

      Are We There Yet ©2019 Shefa Gold. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

      http://www.BenYehudaPress.com

      Ben Yehuda Press books may be purchased for educational, business or sales promotional use. For information, please contact:

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      ISBN13 978-1-934730-72-0

      Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

      Names: Gold, Shefa, author.

      Title: Are we there yet? : travel as a spiritual practice / Shefa Gold.

      Description: Teaneck, New Jersey : Ben Yehuda Press, [2019] | Includes

      bibliographical references and index.

      Identifiers: LCCN 2018047125 | ISBN 9781934730720 (pbk. : alk. paper)

      Subjects: LCSH: Travel--Religious aspects--Judaism. | Travel etiquette. |

      Gold, Shefa--Travel. | Spiritual life--Judaism. | Jewish

      travelers--Anecdotes.

      Classification: LCC BM720.T7 G65 2019 | DDC 296.7--dc23

      LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2018047125

      20 19 18 / 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 20181212

      Contents

      Are We There Yet? 1

      The Gully: My Training Ground for a Life of Travel 3

      The Path of Pilgrimage 7

      Driving 12

      The Sense of Danger 16

      Finding Laughter 20

      Burnt Bagel Breakthrough 22

      Flight 25

      Four Hour Layover 29

      Open to the Miracle of Happenstance 32

      The Moshiach is Coming ...

      Well, Maybe Not Yet 35

      Planet Burger 40

      Seeing 44

      My Elemental Journey 48

      The Cheerios Miracle 51

      The Lessons of the River 55

      Journey to the Amazon 60

      Go and Bring Blessing 64

      Ancestral Healing 68

      Flora and Fauna Teachers and Friends 71

      Here I Am! 74

      The Path of Love 77

      Coincidence 81

      Walking 84

      Paying Homage 87

      At the Crossroads 91

      The Unending Journey 97

      About the Author 99

      Advance Praise for Are We There Yet 101

      Are We There Yet?

      Imagine this scene: We see a tribe riding camels across the desert. The sun is burning; the wind is blowing; the wilderness stretches out before them. A boy riding on a camel next to his dad is whining, Are we there yet? The father calmly trudges on through the wilderness. In the next frame, the young boy repeats his question, and you get the feeling that he’s been asking this same question all the long day. Finally, his father turns toward his son and in exasperation shouts, "For God’s sake, we’re nomads!"

      To realize that we’re nomads is to know the double truth that we’re not there yet… and yet it is possible to know that we are always there, arriving wholly in this moment, fully present in this step, alive to the miracle of the journey.

      We are there whenever we are awake.

      The Gully:

      My Training Ground for a Life of Travel

      Back in the 1950s, when my parents came to northern New Jersey, they probably thought they were moving to the country. Our neighborhood was surrounded by farms and woods. As I grew up, just about all those farms and all those woods gave way to shopping malls and housing developments. By the time I was 8 or 9, there was just one precious plot of wild land left in Paramus right behind our back yard. We called it The Gully, and it was saved from development because it belonged to the Elks Club. This tiny scrap of wilderness was put to use for their annual picnic. The rest of the time it was my world, my place for adventure, exploration, clandestine pleasures and play. Well, not just mine: All the neighborhood kids played there. If you built a fort, some mean kid was sure to tear it down. Every tree, rock, or bush had a name. I had my hideouts, my secret places of refuge, portals to other worlds, places where my imagination could run wild.

      The Gully was not without its dangers. I often came home scratched up and bleeding after fighting my way through blackberry bushes, or covered with the spreading itch of poison ivy. One time my brother and I were hopelessly stuck in mud (sure that it was quicksand), and once my boot came off in the snow and I limped home, numb with frostbite. I was serious about my play, and remember being indignant when my mom called me in for dinner. But I’m playing! I’d protest. Being an explorer was my job, my identity, my destiny.

      The Gully was a microcosm of the whole wild world that awaited me, beyond the shopping malls, beyond the suffocation of school, outside the confines of suburban banalities. I refused to settle for ordinary. I’m not from here, I insisted. I’m from an island off the coast of Madagascar. (This was the most exotic place I could imagine.) By playing in the Gully, I developed a taste for adventure; I had a glimpse of the endless expanse that was hidden in plain sight.

      The Gully was the outer scene for my inner explorations. I remember being fascinated by the phenomenon of déja vu. I would make up elaborate explanations that involved other dimensions and parallel universes. I devised intricate and elegant stories that gave me reasons to be both fascinated and terrified.

      If you fell into the crack between moments you might tumble into eternity and never come back! And in spite of my terror, how I yearned to fall!

      "I knew that at the moment of my birth, another soul was also born on the other side of the world, who was also me. How we yearned to be reunited! And yet if we were ever to meet face-to-face, the whole universe as we know it would be destroyed!"

      In the Gully I explored these yearnings and these terrors, while nibbling sweet peas, blackberries and wild scallions. My adventures in the Gully prepared me for a life of travel. This tiny patch of land, bordered by backyards, a cement factory, a highway and The Elks Club was my training ground. The roar of trucks on Route 17 was the roar of the world, calling me.

      * * *

      It felt like the most natural thing in the world to claim the whole wide world as my own, to exult in mobility and follow my impulse toward new horizons.

      I designed a life for myself that would allow me to travel and see the whole world as my teacher and friend. And I wanted a life where I could be continually challenged, so that each new challenge might send me to call on the resources that were buried inside me.

      Often, my friends or acquaintances see my travel schedule and then turn to me with a look of pity. They say, Oh it must be so hard, or, When are you going to stop traveling so much? It must be terrible to be on the road like that.

      And I say, Traveling is my practice.

      I wrote this book

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