I had planned to write about the rest of our staycation today--but I'm all about blogging from the heart, and that just wouldn't be from my heart right now
What is on my heart today?
This place. Israel. My family is there...right now. My cousins are preparing to go into Gaza to relieve troops that are tired from fighting. My friends dot the country, north to south. But even without all of those personal ties, I quite simply love Israel. And when you love something like that, watching it go through this is heart-wrenching.
So what does it mean to be an American Jew during this war?
It means...checking the CNN every twenty minutes or so for updates. And then double checking on Google just in case something even newer is up.
It means...checking Facebook because you desperately want to talk about what is happening, and then feeling frustrated at some of the talk you see.
It means...walking around on eggshells, distracted for days.
It means...reading the names and stories of the dead, and then seeing their photos--and the images of the normal, mischievous boys that could have easily been my husband or brother or son hit you like a slap in the face.
It means...feeling very different from the rest of the world, that continues on as if everything is normal.
It means...feeling frustrated. And angry. And alone.
It means...living in one place while your mind and heart are thousands of miles away.
Libi bamizrach, vi'anochi b'sof hamaarav
My heart is in the East, and I am at the end of the West.
A few more photos of the country I love:
What are YOU thinking about today?