My first day in Antakya
May 3rd 2012 I woke to rain beating on my windows and out in the hallway and courtyard it smelled of wet plaster and life. I had my first lunch with Barbara and the others in a nice kitchen that was as warm and friendly as it was functional. Barbara has a “room” – several times a day people come to sing songs, read the passages of the mystics and look inward. It is a solid stone room that amplifies the m
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