I called Yedidya at 4:30 this morning because I knew he was guarding. He answers the phone.
Yedidya: (speaking in a whisper) “I can’t really talk right now. I am in the middle of shooting.”
I hear chickens in the background.
Me: “What are you shooting, chickens?”
Yedidya: “No, people.”
I quickly hang up. The chicken koops are outside the fence. He’s had problems with thefts around the chicken koops when he’s been on gaurd duty, but he has never shot anyone before.
Me: “Hey, Ron. Do you know Yedidya is shooting people by the chicken koops right now?”
Ron: “Yeah, he’s shooting a film with Roi.”
OH! Could someone give me a break! With the resent security situation, kassams, us bombing back, tunnels (to everyone’s surprise, there are still lots of tunnels.), Palestinians breaching the Gaza security fence ( it only took 19 hours to find him, 15 kilometers into Israel. Now that was really comforting), I’m supposed to figure out he’s shooting a film and not people!
9:15, yesterday morning: As I’m driving my Mom to her morning actives in the Kibbutz, my phone rang. It’s Chanan.He is calling from work in Gush Etzion. I am taking my Mom to see the beautiful flowers in the back garden.
Chanan: Mom, there’s been a pigua.
I slow down. Need to pay attention.
2 dings on the phone. Why even bother looking, I’m getting it first hand from Chanan. He speaks slow and calmly.
Chanan: Kiryat Arba. ב״ה, we are all OK. I called home to lock the doors. There is a lock down in Kiryat Arba. An Arab jumped the fence. Entered the Kirya. He went into a house. Shots have been fired. People injured.
He’s getting this over the security radio as he is guarding at the gate in Kafar Etzion.
I hang up. Call Ron. He already knows. Chanan called him first. I look at my phone. What a surprise. Pigua in Kiryat Arba.
The day progresses.The details unfold. We’re glued to the media. The Nation is in shock. Another beautiful soul is sacrificed. Hallel Yaffa Ariel, 13, is dead. Stabbed to death as she slept “peacefully” in her bed. The Nation is in mourning once more.
My worst nightmare. Someone entering the Kibbutz, stealing into my house and stabbing us to death as we sleep. Sorry about making this about me. But life and death are so real here.
I am going to look at the beautiful flowers in the garden. Surreal? You bet!
Yesterday was like Yom HaZikaron. After Wednesday night’s terrible terrorist attack Israel was thrust into instant mourning. The radio played sad songs and the Nation mourned the 4 victims, who’s lives were snuffed out in an instant.
As I posted the last post. I came across the above post on Facebook. It brought tears to my eyes. You mean somebody actually cares about us. Thank You.
As I was writing the previous post, there was tank fire far away in Gaza. Here we are living in this surreal world. I am writing about beautiful flowers and there’s tank fire in Azza. And people being killed in terrorist attacks. There are a lot of Shu-Shu activities – -שו-שו – activities that shouldn’t be reported going on here all the time.
So here we are again. Yesterday we were in mourning, today we are preparing for Chag. Just like Yom HaZikaron followed by Yom HaAtzmaut.
As you know I am an artist. I love to splash color on paper. But lately G-d and I have been working together in the garden. I plant, He nurtures and splashes color. It’s really a very delightful partnership.
Notice the last and best flower. He is not growing in my garden. He is growing in Shalva’s and Chanan’s garden. Shalva painted this beautiful flower on her phone app. Elyashiv, our newest Jew, enjoying his first Shavuot.
One of my fond memories of Shavuot is my father decorating the house with flowers and greens. We carry on the same tradition. Shavuot is Chag Habikurim – חג הביקורים – Festival of the First Fruits. In the time of the Beit HaMikdash, people would travel to Yerushalim, presenting their first fruits. May we merit the rebuilding of the Beit HaMikdash in our time. Shabbat Shalom and Chag Sameach!🌺🌻🌹