In Otef Aza, we’re trying to begin the process of easing into a regular schedule.
Teachers at Ma’ale Habsor are meeting today to prepare for welcoming back our students. That exact date is to be decided. What will we be told in a three-hour session? I know what I’m expecting to hear: to legitimize all feelings, to listen to those who need to talk, to look for signs of anxiety beyond the anxiety that is considered normal for these times. I’ll see what 3 hours brings.
My children are on the kibbutz again which is a great relief to me. All these relief packages to various locations left me wondering how they were, and now that they’re back, they don’t ‘feel’ like talking about what they did. The important thing is that they’re fine, still filled with humour and usual appetites and still fly to the computer to check in with their itunes and friends.
The noises at night are less in terms of quantity. The booms are larger in terms of volume. My dreams continue to accompany the sounds with images of travel, music and super-powers. (Boom. As I write this.)
One note: Back in the old country, January 13th was celebrated by those who followed the philosophy of George Ivanovich Gurdjieff. Happy Birthday, Mr. G.
And to everyone reading this, how are you today?
Judih, Jan 13/09, 6:43 a.m.