My feet in the grass

Today I was in my second-floor office overlooking the park, and I longed to be there.

So I did some of what I needed to do for work. Interviews for an article I’m writing about a cool business here in the Galilee. Another article about the Hebrew month of Av.

But the greenery across the street continued to beckon. So I walked over, took off my shoes and sat under a tree. Daniel Rubenstein met me there with popsicles. We spent part of the time arguing and then came up with some good ideas to improve our marriage.

Later I was in a meeting and got a frantic call from my daughter. She hurt her toe pretty badly. I talked her through what to do, left the meeting early and went home to her.

Then I had a video meeting with our CEO, did more writing, and made cinnamon pancakes for dinner.

I watched space videos with my younger son, and talked about life with my teenage son. In a couple days our older daughter will be coming here from Miami, so I’m preparing for her visit.

It’s a lot to balance, thank G-d.

At night I reflect on what I may want to do differently going forward in order to feel more connected and authentic.

The short trip to the park was nice. But my soul needs more. Time with female friends. Deep breathing and meditation. Exercise. Journaling.

And there’s something deeper, more profound stirring in my soul, trying to get my attention. I just need to pause long enough to hear the message.

But in the meantime, I’m grateful to be living here in Eretz Yisrael. It’s the holiest of lands, and the closest I’ll get to Heaven while still here on earth.

“Go walk through the Land, describe it in writing, and return to me.” (Joshua 18:8)

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