It really has been non-stop holidays here since, well, Purim. After Purim, there was Pesach, Yom HaShoah VeHaGevura, Yom HaZikaron, Yom Ha'atzmaut, Lag BaOmer, and now Yom Yerushalayim, followed by Shavuot next week.
This is a good thing for someone like me. I've been feeling a bit melancholy lately. Dare I say it? Missing "my people" back in the states. Don't get me wrong, I have "people" here, but, well....I guess what I want is for all "my people" back in the states to join me here in Israel. As in live here. Then life here would be, well, then it would be just perfect.
So along comes Yom Yerushalayim. Forty-one years ago Israeli paratroopers made their way to the most holy site of our people, and announced, "Har Habayit is in our hands!" Another miracle, another day of utter joy, of remembering this gift given to us in our time, the beginning of our ultimate redemption. And I am here to celebrate it.
Do you know how many times I've gone to visit Jerusalem since I got here? I stopped counting. Why do I go? To paraphrase what my friend Treppenwitz said earlier today, BECAUSE I CAN.
Breaking a basic blogging rule by not knowing exactly what the focus of these musings will be. All I know is that I miss writing and am looking forward to finding my blogging voice again. Bear with me as I muddle through.