On Tuesday we move to our new home which is still under constraction. No light fixtures, no doors, no closets. Workmen walk around leaving dusty footprints everywhere, the rooms are laden with messy boxes that arrived from Israel a few days ago. The to-do list is endless. In the midst of this chaos, tomorrow I am teaching an annual astrological forecast for the new Jewish year. What did I think when I scheduled it? I asked myself.

Luckily, I have my man who never fall into my stress’ trap. He always reminds me that whenever I feel the world collapses into the lack of time and the inability to accomplish what’s needed, I must take a break and go on a hike. And so, yesterday, I found myself sitting on a rock, watching rushing streams of water over huge billion-years-old rocks, in the oldest mountain strip in the world. I saw rays of light reflected in water dripping over the openings of moss-covered caves. 

We say, “a breathtaking view,” but this view does not take the breath away, on the contrary, it revives breathing. I sat, I breathed, I breathed. I realized that there is always time for everything that matters. I was reminded of our magical beautiful and harmonious universe. How happy I am to be a part of this beauty. How exciting it is that we are all part of this beauty, each and every one of us, part of this wondrous universe.