The Bubble

Mundane

The blogger is an adventurous woman. Never settling down. Always questioning. She is writing her life-story, which some find interesting, especially those who always stayed in one place and wondered how it was - to be restless.

Yet the blogger fails to capture the in-between. The mundane. Those periods in life when she’s afraid to get lost inside a huge laundry pile, never to be found.

Airport

I’m hibernating, therefore rather quiet. In my cave I begin to feel the excitement, rising. I am Steve Austin, a man barely alive; we can rebuild him. We have the Technology. While hibernating, I’m planning my escape. The return to Tel Aviv. I feel like Superman, before he enters the phone booth. My muscles twitching, the blood rapidly flowing down my veins. I’ve grown tired of questioning. I came to the conclusion this is what keeps me alive; being on the move, nostalgia, excitement. I wrote in the past it was time to settle down. I was wrong. It wasn’t MY dream. My dream was to be able to pack my stuff into one suitcase, to be able to move without difficulty. No strings attached. This Time I make no promises; I am a gypsy. I am the wandering Jew.

Back

I'm back in Toronto. Gorgeous sky, yesterday. Unfortunately this photo fails to capture the glory of the moment, which forced me to put the grocery bags I was carrying on the snowy pavement, and take the camera out of my bag. Beauty is everywhere, I encouraged myself. Beauty is everywhere. 

Mystery

Tomorrow we will be back in Toronto. My heart is filled with despair, remembering the quiet.

“We were forced to leave New York”, we try, meekly, to explain; “we thought we didn’t want to live in Israel, Canada encourages immigration…” but still, it doesn’t make any sense.

“You have everything here”, my father-in-law said bitterly before we left, two years ago, “I don’t understand it! Why are you leaving?” and now; two years later, we still don’t know the answer. “I guess we needed to make a decision to come back, not let somebody else decide for us”, we try making sense.

So? Is it all a matter of control? Of wanting to be in charge of our own destiny? But still; it doesn’t seem right; we don’t feel in control now; we feel lost.

Tel Aviv, City Hall

Peaceful

Photo Friday's challenge this week is Peaceful.

Shorts

Daniel and Amitay

“When Amitay left, it broke my heart”. (Daniel, after a long play-date with his buddy Amitay).

“Because we all love the Bible. Both teachers and children wanted to include it in the school program” (A teacher at Daniel’s new and very progressive Democratic School in Tel Aviv, answering my question regarding the inclusion of bible (Old Testament) studies in the academic program for first graders).

“Wow, such sweet little kids! Enjoy them! They grow up so fast, and before you know it, they become soldiers!” (A woman at the grocery store expressing her enthusiasm for the looks of Daniel and Amitay choosing a sweet).

Hero

Tali Fahima is my Hero. She was released last week after three years in prison. Surely posting this will add my name to one blacklist or another. My heart skips a beat.

Gili and Yam

The best

Photo Friday’s challenge last week was “Best of 2006”. Choosing one photo is indeed a challenge. I chose this photo of Daniel taken during our summer escapade to Cape Breton. A reminder of days filled with beauty and freedom, where I felt the fierce power of nature taking hold of me, even in my sleep (I dreamed the most vivid dreams. Uri too. Every morning we shared them, puzzled), and where I felt the peace of mind I rarely feel:

Quiet.

Over here, surrounded by people, overwhelmed by feeling, I long for that quiet, even for a tiny moment; for that clarity of spirit and mind.