This happens after pilgrimages: I dream of the places where I've just been to. Dream last night landed me in Israel, on the top of the ridge of the Wadi Qelt.
Of course, people who know I've been in Israel also ask about the pilgrimage, which stirs all the memories again.
Putting together the School of the Pilgrim newsletter stirred up the Holy Land.
Pilgrimage follows and frames my entire being.
Shalom and Salaam!