The group goes to the nearby sitio to say goodbye to the staff of the favela da paz. It will be a day of celebration, a day of gratitude.
My body demands a pause for reflection. I have already had a feverish night. It is as if I am floating between worlds. Often Mena appears in my fever dreams and I know that she will leave her body. Mena was a close friend of our project, she lived for some time in Tamera, she was present on some pilgrimages and accompanied the organization of larger meetings in Tamera and also accompanied the pilgrimages with much love and strength. She was a seeker with a big global heart and in the last years she deepened her connection with Palestine and Israel. Many loved her very much. While still in Colombia, I learned of her diagnosis and contacted her. She wanted to live. I accompanied her intimately in my meditations during the last weeks, and she kept appearing in my dreams. It is difficult to accept that a person is called out of life so early who actually wants to live. Is there a higher will? In the evening we learn that Mena, has left her body. She probably died quite peacefully and many intimate connections, also with her father, have found great depth in these days of transition. For those who remain behind, it is nevertheless always a high exercise to accept that sometimes we cannot intervene, life itself seems to follow a higher plan.
Two souls close to us have left their bodies during this journey. Life and death – this theme is constantly present. We have to take death into our life, into our reality, to be able to live our life fully.
I feel my body starting to work. It needs rest and digestion to be able to process all the impressions. I feel the fever coming and catching up with my body. All I can do is surrender.