sometimes it is good to remember happier days – my love for this poem has continued for seventy years. And it always makes me cry. I had to accept the challenge and try to translate it to Hebrew. Even if you don’t know Hebrew you can feel my emotion.
The sirens are going in Jerusalem, and we’ve been promised rockets in Tel Aviv. Me, with my stomach virus, hope I won’t have to leave the bathroom neighborhood for the shelter. but I’m ready.
Don’t tell me I am the only one who is sure this terrible violence in Jerusalem is not fueled by our prime minister and the minister of justice. Don’t tell me that we could be handling this completely differently. Violence like this is the only way the transfer of power can be interrupted.
Don’t tell me we should be parading Israeli flags in East Jerusalem today to ensure a good neighbor policy.
and furthermore – one thing about women is that they learn from their bodies to count ahead. Today Yair was going to go to the president and present the government. But he can’t get it together because the Arab party Ra’am can’t commit in this atmosphere so the government can not be completed and presented. Now if the unrest continues for 24 days, when Lapid’s mandate finishes, Bibi can start all over again.
have you noticed that technology is not my strongest point? Sometimes I have no idea what to do. Sometimes all I need is a reminder to figure something out. So Tamar Orvell wrote me yesterday that the videos don’t show. So here are a few of the videos Michael Kagan did in recent months of the readings and interviews we’ve been doing. Even I am impressed.
The tree in front of our living room window suffered a lot in the past years – all these guys who work for the municipality got the wrong information and cut off the wrong branch, then a tractor plowed into it, and then it started flowering and shedding leaves at the same time. I never thought it would live through the heat waves we’ve been having, the rainstorms, the manhandling, but today I suddenly noticed it has grown much taller, and almost reaches my window. It is as if it knows I love it, and it wants to please me so much it will adapt to all the circumstances, all the punishments it’s been enduring.
Our window flowers and plants, however, are not doing as well. I can almost hear them saying “I don’t have to take this abuse,” as they disappear overnight. We were getting enormous quantities of cherry tomatoes for months, but now there is nothing left. Peppers too. And all the stuff we replanted from the garden at the entrance of our building rebelled as well. Even though we kept the plants in the shade, the unusually hot desert winds and the changes from day to day don’t agree with them.
or maybe they are just echoing what is in my heart.
The inevitable chaos is here – it was always going to be about Temple Mount. It was always about the mosque built over the temple. holy for both religions. And tomorrow is Jerusalem Day. A day for a city that could be the best place in the world, a city I once loved but have avoided whenever possible for the past four decades. And now it is the city that will – as a poet. Rina Ribalow, once wrote – “break my heart.”
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