Read a newspaper article and used the restroom and maybe now the espresso buzz has died down, but nonetheless, I will try to recapture my fanatical thoughts upon returning to the trailer park after a day in town...
We left Bat Ayin this morning at 4:15am to drive to the Kotel (the Western Wall) to have sunrise prayer in honor of Yom Yerushalayim-- Jerusalem Day! Then bagels and Torah in the Old City with most of the Yeshiva gang and assorted friends.
Jerusalem! It's dense. Dense with people, dense with holiness, dense with hope, dreams, tears, every stone is cemented to its fellow with the yearnings of the millennia and their concomitant triumphs, disappointments and failures.
Jerusalem is dense with happening, with "coincidence" with encounter. The molecules jump and spin and run and flail and rub and rub and rub together and the whole City bursts over and over again into a Holy Flame of interaction, interconnectedness, blaring interference of life... there is no escape from Jerusalem, especially when you are IN Jerusalem.
Sometimes it burns, sometimes it warms the heart, sometimes it cooks up a feisty stew (ahem). In any manifestation, underneath the grime of catshit, axle grease, stale bread, blood, urine, sloshed-out mikveh water and those ubiquitous tears-- underneath it all, the Heart of Jerusalem beats with pure love. Love? For you, sister. For you, brother. Love from the Lev of Yerushalayim, City of Gold.
Shabbat Shalom!
We left Bat Ayin this morning at 4:15am to drive to the Kotel (the Western Wall) to have sunrise prayer in honor of Yom Yerushalayim-- Jerusalem Day! Then bagels and Torah in the Old City with most of the Yeshiva gang and assorted friends.
Jerusalem! It's dense. Dense with people, dense with holiness, dense with hope, dreams, tears, every stone is cemented to its fellow with the yearnings of the millennia and their concomitant triumphs, disappointments and failures.
Jerusalem is dense with happening, with "coincidence" with encounter. The molecules jump and spin and run and flail and rub and rub and rub together and the whole City bursts over and over again into a Holy Flame of interaction, interconnectedness, blaring interference of life... there is no escape from Jerusalem, especially when you are IN Jerusalem.
Sometimes it burns, sometimes it warms the heart, sometimes it cooks up a feisty stew (ahem). In any manifestation, underneath the grime of catshit, axle grease, stale bread, blood, urine, sloshed-out mikveh water and those ubiquitous tears-- underneath it all, the Heart of Jerusalem beats with pure love. Love? For you, sister. For you, brother. Love from the Lev of Yerushalayim, City of Gold.
Shabbat Shalom!
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