These weeks have been serendipitous in a near magical way. It’s difficult to explain. It seems to live in the air, here in Israel. Each moment, down to those green buses pulling into the stop, carries a sense of unreality, of living beyond one’s self… the moment itself carries you.
I spent Yom Kippur in Hebron, an experience I don’t think I’ll be writing much about. It lives in my heart.