Chameli writes: In the shimmering opening between the in-breath and the out-breath… at the outermost edge of what I know… as I sense the unfathomable vastness beyond, I remember Mary Magdalene. I remember Mary, Miryam the Migdalah, standing there trembling, facing the empty grave.I wonder what She was thinking, what sensations moved through Her body. She has come alone to the grave of her beloved, who suffered an excruciating death only days ago. She carries sacred oils for the ritual She is to perform on his body. As she approaches, she meets the unthinkable.The entrance is open. The grave is empty. Her heart beats fast. She is grasping for air,…

Reise mit Heini Staudinger nach Ostafrika, August 2023. Unsere Maasai FreundInnen in Tanzania