Observations about life in Israel from a Canadian immigrant's perspective.
מציאות לא מרחמתעורי ארץ מדממתתני לרוח הנושבת לרפא אותך Reality shows no mercyWake up, bleeding landLet the blowing wind heal you Shema Israel, song by David Broza and Avraham Tal Plonk, plonk, ring the olives in my pail. Clunk, clunk, clash the metal poles as the sukkah is being built. Despite these sounds and the… Continue reading Seasonal Changes
During two years of war in Israel, my daughter Talya would do jigsaw puzzles on Shabbat. It was my form of de-stressing. When I puzzled, I seemed to enter another world, like tumbling down Alice in Wonderland’s rabbit hole. As I searched for matches and clicked pieces together, I was concentrated, a bit obsessive, and… Continue reading The Rabbit Hole
It has been nearly eight months of war, death, and destruction in Israel. I experience fear, then calm, and shattered hope. I cycle between these feelings, finding refuge in my garden where nature continues to teach me lessons. Here exists a predictable world as the reliable seasons cycle. With this war raging, there is no predictability… Continue reading Living on the Edge
