sick, sorry - 21.20.24
It’s embarassing to be sick at a time like this – when there are holidays and there is so much to do, and so much going on. But sick I am. It began last week some time when I saw that I was having trouble getting through the park I love so much, a simple park that you could ride through with your tricycle. And then I blamed the olive trees – that are just yielding beautiful fruit. I wrote about them years ago:
Allergic to olive trees,
I cannot imagine
life without
these ancient friends
twisting their histories
whispering various truths
dropping their fruit
in my hungry
ambivalent lap
But it isn’t just the trees. I sat at my kitchen table today for half an hour wondering how I would get up. All my vital signs seem to be okay but when Ezi suggested that I go to the doctor I said, “What? And have him break his five year record of not touching me?” I think I’ll take an allergy pill instead.
I’ll let you know.
Reserve General Ahasan Diksa is been eulogized all day today, and what they say about him overwhelms me – it isn’t about his courage, although he was courageous, it isn’t about his leadership capabilities, although he was a leader – but it is about his character as a human being and his warmth. I once heard him talking to his men about not losing their sense of morality.
I hope that the reincarnation the Druze believe in brings us a new generation of people like Ahasan Diksa.
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