Day Seven Hundred Fifty Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Tomas hasn’t known what to do with himself the past few days. I suggested he avail himself of one of the places set apart around the camp for times of meditation.

This was all news to him. He explained that he usually prayed as he scouted. And he missed that time out by himself with the Spirit. But he has hesitated going beyond the bounds of the camp here on that pursuit, seeing that no one else did.

He wishes now he had asked someone at the beginning. I agreed with him saying that we often don’t find what we’re looking for, when we don’t ask.

Later the Captain sought Elijah and me to talk about our departure for Jerusalem.

Day Six Hundred Forty Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Twenty-four hours have passed in our new location. It has proven a very pleasant choice. The Captain found a water well some distance from the caravan trail. It’s on a well worn offshoot from this main route.

The water is a bit brackish, but drinkable. Perhaps traces of minerals are leeching into it.

There was evidence that a group of travelers had passed through here recently. Ashes from cooking fires, and bits of garbage collected in a pit.

Elijah found a nearby cave, or rather an overhang just beyond the well. It is now our place of meditation.

But it has no view southward, so the Captain sticks to the caravan trail. He doesn’t want to chance missing Tomas.

Day Two Hundred Eighteen Afternoon #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enough writes:

Have decided it best to camp beside the first pool of water found on the first day in the oasis. Drink from the second. And pass the daylight hours in my special place of meditation.

Soak in the peace and quiet at all times.