{"id":4141,"date":"2010-12-25T07:01:00","date_gmt":"2010-12-25T07:01:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/2010\/12\/25\/all-days-this-week-lead-me-to-you"},"modified":"2017-10-05T07:22:04","modified_gmt":"2017-10-05T13:22:04","slug":"all-days-this-week-lead-me-to-you","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=4141","title":{"rendered":"all days this week lead me to you&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\" href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mywalkabout.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/dc983-photo252852529.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mywalkabout.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/dc983-photo252852529.jpg?resize=640%2C480&#038;ssl=1\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p>It&#8217;s Monday and I&#8217;m driving through the vast expanse of the Arizona desert. Usually I would already be regretting the long week I have ahead of myself, but this week is different. It is the week that ends with Christmas.<\/p>\n<p>I can feel the thunderstorms on my back as I head further North, the landscape taking in the water like a dry sponge.<\/p>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\" href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mywalkabout.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/25f15-photo252882529.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mywalkabout.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/25f15-photo252882529.jpg?resize=640%2C480&#038;ssl=1\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p>Most people slow down production during this time, and I am no different. Work will always be waiting for me. But I feel lucky to be able to see the Christmas spirit in nature, and the beauty around every turn.<\/p>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\" href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mywalkabout.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/65832-photo252842529.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mywalkabout.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/65832-photo252842529.jpg?resize=640%2C480&#038;ssl=1\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p>As the week winds down, I realize that I haven&#8217;t seen you in awhile. I ask our friend a question :<\/p>\n<h6 class=\"uiStreamMessage\" style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span class=\"messageBody\">Question, why do Jewish people put small stones on the graves of the dead?<\/span><\/span><br \/>\nI get the following response :<\/p>\n<p><i>&#8220;different Jews will have different ways to make sense of the custom. i like to think the idea is that it serves as a sign that the dead is remembered\/respected and that a person visited that particular grave. also, before tomb stones were common, people would just pile stones together to mark a burial, and then whenever a person would come to visit the grave, they&#8217;d adjust the stones. it could be that the custom evolved from that.&#8221;<\/i><\/p>\n<p>I come to see you on Christmas Eve, like I do every year, and leave my own small remembrance on your headstone. I know that you&#8217;ll love the sentiment.<\/h6>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\">\u00a0<a style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\" href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mywalkabout.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/24187-photo1.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mywalkabout.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/24187-photo1.jpg?resize=400%2C346&#038;ssl=1\" width=\"400\" height=\"346\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p><i> <\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s Monday and I&#8217;m driving through the vast expanse of the Arizona desert. 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