First Day of 23

On February 8, 2002, I arrived in the morning. I was picked up from Ben Gurion airport by my aunt and my cousin. Before the sun set on that day, we planted an almond tree in my aunt’s yard. The tree and I have had our challenges; we’ve grown – one of us taller, one of us wider as well as emotionally, intellectually, and in spirit. And both the tree and I are still here – with thanks to my aunt who has been there for both of us.

After I wrote the previous post about The Waiting Place – and coincidentally thinking about poetry – I remembered that one of my favorite poems from high school was “Still Here” by Langston Hughes. I’m not generally a fan of poetry, but sometimes a poem says more than any 1,000-word essay. “Still Here,” I think, tells the story of me, my almond tree, and the people of Israel today and through all time.

Still Here

I been scarred and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
   Snow has friz me,
   Sun has baked me,

Looks like between ’em they done
   Tried to make me

Stop laughin’, stop lovin’, stop livin’–
   But I don’t care!
   I’m still here!

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/348/still-here/

Today, February 9, 2024, is the first day of my and my tree’s 23rd year in Israel. Today is the 126th day of the Israel-Hamas war and the 126th day 136 people have been held hostage in unknown conditions. May all of us have the strength to cling to hope, embrace joy, and continue to say: “I’m still here.”

Obladee-Obladah

Life goes on.  And so it does in Israel.  We’ve had terrible events, we are having on-going debates about the future of our country, ISIS is standing at our gates, Iran, well, who knows what’s going on there.  And yet.

My first flatmate in Israel taught me one of the most important things I’ve learned about life in Israel.  Keep living.  In those days, buses and cafes were blowing up.  You learned that one or two sirens passing by was fine, but if you heard a third, there had been an attack.  He never let attacks on public places ever stop him from going anywhere.  My newly arrived self thought it would just be better to stay home and stay away from public places.  He wouldn’t let me and I am so grateful that he didn’t.

A few days after the Hillel Café bombing in Jerusalem, I was supposed to meet a friend for coffee.  He thought perhaps I would want to cancel.  “Are you kidding?  We are absolutely not cancelling.  We are going to Emek Refaim and we are going to have coffee in whatever café is open.”  He was surprised, but if I wasn’t afraid to go out, then he shouldn’t be either, right?

To this day, he still remembers that coffee in an empty café on a nearly empty street.  I think we even ordered dessert.

Israelis are resilient – not crazy.  There is usually a day or two of caution and then life returns to its usual rhythm.  People may be more alert, but they are not staying home cowering in fear.

This week in Jerusalem there was a Thai evening at the train station.  It was packed with people including many children.  The international arts and crafts fair started this week and I assume it was packed as usual.  Last night there was a night market on Jaffa Street.  I was too tired to go, but I still have a chance next week.  In short, this is life in Jerusalem in August.

Thai Drama

Thai Drama

Standing room only!

Standing room only!

In preparing for this post, I took a look at headlines to find out what happened this week.  There was the usual: Iran, Temple Mount, UN, Russia, Greece.  But then I saw this little headline near the top of the page.  “Yerushalmi Café Culture.”  Turns out it’s about my local café!  Even with all the “big” news, there is a place for a write-up about a sweet little café.  The small things matter.  The small joys are what make life worth living.

So I’ll end here with two quotes that I think sum up this week’s email:

“A life lived in fear is a life half lived.” – from the film Strictly Ballroom

Still Here by Langston Hughes

Been scarred and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me,
Sun has baked me,

Looks like between ’em they done
Tried to make me

Stop laughin’, stop lovin’, stop livin’–
But I don’t care!
I’m still here!

Wishing you all a Shabbat shalom and in the spirit of the most famous Jewish toasts, L’chaim!  To life!