Monday, February 26, 2018

Ezrat Israel

Usually when I go to the Kotel, I take the light rail to City Hall, then walk to Jaffa Gate and-- you know what? Here's a map of how I usually go:
Basically, I go in Sha'ar Yaffo and walk to the Kotel via the Jewish Quarter.

However, last time I went to the Kotel, I had FF in a stroller, which meant I wanted to avoid the huge flight of steps between the Jewish Quarter and the Western Wall Plaza. I still took the train to City Hall and walked to Jaffa Gate, but I then did this, following the road around to the Dung Gate:

As I'd planned, this drastically reduced the number of stairs I had to climb down.

It's been a long time since I've walked this whole loop, so I was somewhat surprised when, before I got to the metal detectors and security guards at the entrance to the Kotel Plaza, I found what seemed to be a tiny entrance to a different section of the Kotel. I've read that there's a pluralistic prayer section by Robinson's Arch... was this it? There were steps, but not impossibly many, and anyway, the "stroller" was a very light umbrella stroller. Yes, it was the Robinson's Arch Prayer Section.

Here's what it looks like (not my picture):


I stayed there for close to an hour. It was a very different experience than the Western Wall Plaza a few yards away. Vastly fewer people. (While I was there, I saw a total of 8 other people in ones and twos.) Very different. Empty, but in no way "peaceful":


I've seen the Southern Wall excavations once, so I wasn't completely unprepared for the Temple Mount stones still lying where they smashed the street below, but it's still shocking. One of the people who passed through didn't manage to put what I felt into words, though all of his body language and tone matched how I felt. He tried to speak a few times before finally settling on, "How could they have destroyed it?" Not the words I feel, because I don't have any words. But the shoulders forward and chest back, curling in on self; the licked lips mouth that opens and closes multiple times, looking for words that aren't there; the drawn eyebrows and wet eyes.

It's not peaceful. Just powerful.

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

What it Takes

Yes, we planted trees on Tu B'Shvat in the Jerusalem Forest, and it was the first time I've planted a tree in Israel (or ever, really), and it was to help reforestation after the terrible fire I watched from my office building, and it was native trees whose leaves goats eat, instead of pines whose needles just stack up.

Yes, BSM is really starting to read in both Hebrew and English.

Yes, we decided that we'll move to Rehovot this summer.

Yes, Husbinator strong-armed me into watching 60 seconds of a programming course he was taking online and I've been having all sorts of fun since, learning computer science and data science from free MIT courses on edx.org, and yes, I'm loving the nerdy humor and thought-processes therein.

Yes, I plan on starting to look for work in Rehovot after Pesach.

Yes, Dikla told me to buy footsie-pants for FF to keep him from yanking his socks off and wandering around the cold tile in bare feet, and yes, I bought them, and yes, they're called gatkes.

Yes, BSM chose to circumvent my temporary ban on any and all "why" questions by using the direct translation from Hebrew and now says "for what" instead.

Yes, we visited the Kornbluths in Dimona, and took the bus, and nobody vomited or had to pee or screamed for two-and-a-half hours straight.

Yes, and yes, and yes.

All of this I meant to blog, and more.

But this morning I moved a dead cat from our yard to the dumpster.

And that, it seems, is what it takes for me to blog again.