I woke with a jolt, realizing that I did not know where I was. The sheets and pillow felt different in the darkened room. The sounds were all wrong. I lay motionless, frozen, waiting for the fog to lift from my mind as my eyes glanced around the room in an attempt to orient myself.
At the same time, strangely, the story of Solomon, the two harlots and the baby was playing in the corners of my awareness. Slowly, I began to recall my surroundings. Kelly and I had fallen into bed exhausted the night before from hours of travel and late arrival at Tzemach’s guest house in Giv’at Ye’arim, Israel. It was Shabbat morning and we were again in the Land of the Patriarchs!
But, why Solomon? I pondered before slowly getting out of bed to stand on the outer porch with a cup of hot tea to listen to the birds as the sun climbed higher in the sky. I had been considering the whole division of the baby a week earlier, but it seemed an odd thing to wake thinking about. I pushed it to the back of my mind with the excitement of the day. Continue reading “Solomon and the baby… today!”