Haver

This is one of my favorite quiet places.

It is a small park just past the pier in Quepos. Past the busy construction of the marina, tucked into a quite cove off the Pacific Ocean. The gaudy hotels are hidden by the peninsula that protects it.

Fishermen climb the costal rocks, spearing crabs to use as bait.

The tide fills pools between the rocks along the shore.

And I love resting my feet upon the painted red fence.

Sarah and I have started a routine. A routine rooted in the Jewish tradition- of spending time in the word together, discussing it, letting it disect us. It is the practice of haverim. Friends and comerades.

And I couldn't think of a better place to sit. To be in the word. To speak and share its truth.