It was a beautiful day in the Garden of Eden, 70 degrees, clear blue sky, white puffy clouds. I asked the man who was securing the harnesses on me, Jed, my brother and his son Hillel, "what do you call this place?" We stood atop a high plateau at the edge overlooking a lush valley and on the other side another high plateau. The man said completely straight-faced, "The Garden of Eden." Whoa! I felt an awesome energy. Just another mind-blowing moment in Israel.

Then the man asked, "Who is going first?" The boys leaped up scrambling to get in front of each other. Fortunately for everybody in order to meet the weight requirement they would be harnessed together to zip along the world's second longest zip-line across the valley. Then me, and finally my brother.  

The boys went whooping, big smiles as far as one could see. As they disappeared from view I grew increasingly anxious. (It had to be a 400ft drop!) You might even say borderline petrified.

I turned to my brother and said "Moshe I'm scared." He looked me in the eyes, and he saw it was true. He had seen that look before. We had seen it in each other through many a tough time as kids.

"I want to do it, but I am really scared." I reiterated.

"But, you're going to do it anyway, Right Lis? Just like you have always done.

My heart opened and I breathed deep. "Yes, I am."

I almost cried as I returned to my biggest self. What a relief. It felt so good to be back again, even after such a brief absence. (Strange how every disconnection feels like an eternity.)

In that moment, the reunion, I remembered love. Love vanquished fear.

Fully empowered, I went for it.

The ride was thrilling, yet surprisingly peaceful, floaty.

I felt like a cloud with eyes of light and a heart as big as the sky.

Divine.

And the celebration of That continues.