I JUST landed in Israel, my home when I served at the Bahá’í World Centre in Haifa in 2000-2004. I’m not familiar with the new Ben Gurion International Airport at Tel Aviv; it’s been modernized beyond my recognition. But I’m familiar with the sense of being here. In fact, the sense of being in this moment, right here, right now, is hitting me mightily today. It’s like the scent of earth after the rain: sweet, memorable, lingering. It feels like I never left the land at all.