If you thought perhaps this may be your last day alive, what are some things you would do (or not do)?
Living here in the northern part of the Land of Israel, there’s always a strange feeling hovering beneath the surface of my consciousness as I go about my day.
I do the seemingly mundane tasks — work, grocery shopping, picking my kids up from school — but I also step outside and try to soak in the beauty of the summer flowers, to look up at the sky with a feeling of awe.
Sometimes we go on a river hike in the nearby Nahal Taninim. Or to the coast of the Mediterranean Sea by Tel Dor.
But there are subtle reminders that life as I know it could suddenly change.
I no longer have a smart phone. It stopped working, and I haven’t replaced it. And I don’t check news other than one trusted source.
It’s helped me slow down a bit. To be more intentional with my time, and to notice more of what’s going on around me. Most importantly, it’s helped me notice more of what’s going on within me.
Maybe I’m a better mother now. Maybe I can better hear G-d’s messages. The main one is not to fear.
It could be my last day here. So I’ll simply do all I can to accomplish my mission, knowing the view from the other side is extraordinary.
For now, I’ll make my challah for Shabbat, cook the meals with my kids, then go for a walk and enjoy the flowers.
“Be strong and courageous, neither fear nor be dismayed of them, for your G-d is the One who goes with you. He will neither fail you nor forsake you.” Deuteronomy/Dvarim 31:6
Shabbat Shalom, with love, from the Land of Israel
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