Chanukkah and more….

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It’s Chanukkah time and Chanukkah reminds me again of the fact that Jewish holidays will soon return to us.. in a couple of months after this 8-day-long festivity…

Yemenite Chanukkah

So what’s so special about holidays?

Well, I thought yesterday, the special thing is mainly that the meaning of this or other holiday  is discovered at its very end and not, as one might think,at its start… This so far as my observation is concerned. I doubt I’d “feel” any holiday

date approaching if I’d not

think about it and what this means to me. The same is with any date, symbol, place, event or word. Just as things becom

e within reach and memorizable only after you know their name or at least have any idea of them in mind –  same

with meaning. Same with holiness.

Things become meaningful, valuable, holy if you grant them such attributes. To realize why something is meaningful, valuable, holy you have to enter the perspective of the one who gave them these attributes. ….

Well, anyways, back from philosophy to Chanukkah,

my Chanukkah feeling will probably be only fully developed at the time when I light the last candles and sing the last songs. Is it something to complain about?

Don’t think so. I suggest holidays are made to teach you certain things, to make you think of them & their impact on you (if you allow it to be unfolded). Some holidays, if you le

arn enough about them, might even change some character traces or sometimes even your view on life. Those should then be called the “grand holidays“. Perhaps that’s why the Jewish New Year and the Day of Atonement are called “Yamim Noraim” (more or less to be translated as the Days of Awe).

I suppose this happens because during the special days, one becomes familiar with them while celebrating. And I think this might very much be the real purpose of each holiday. As one of my friends and teachers once said, it’s not the dates we celebrate, we celebrate dates because of the thing

s happened and their significance for us.

Whatever.

Wish you an enlightened, joyful and warm Chanukkah!

Isralike


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From Eilat with Thoughts (Israel 1)

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Life is a complex thing.

A multisided building. A restless being.

Waves of joy, fear and melancholy fill and empty my brain in a rush, everything changes itself one after another. And I do not only refer here to my emotions overfloating me too often. It’s also the busses, roads and cities I pass by while traveling from one destination to another, be it my cousin, my grandmother, a musical, a graveside and in between some persons who really would like to meet me but only have time for me for about half an hour.

It’s my personal trip, my independent one, now, having a status which allows me to take my own responsability on  my own shoulders. And I realise that I don’t always like it so much. As often as it works out, I try to let someone else participate in my journeys. To help me, to advice me (I lately really rely on other people’s tips), to talk with me at least during my bus trips from North to South, from East to West and in near future even out of the country. The more I realise myself, the more I recognize and include the world around me in my life. Some might call me a “nudnik”, in Hebrew for someone not giving rest to others. Actually, I am not like that. It’s simply that I think too much, I do think a lot lately especially when I’m silent during my trips. And with the thoughts, doubts, fears scramble into my mind with all their weirdness and then I have to talk to someone. Reach someone. To help me decide this and that and still make me look a grown-up and serious.

Know what? I am in my country currently and within a couple of days – even 1 1/2 weeks can be very short – I planned so much, and have seen so many cities all around me and people and bus drivers and phone calls and messages… And thoughts, oh my G-d. I wish sometimes all the thoughts would be worth something in a moment, for example have some monetary value so that I could allow myself an additional falafel at the afternoon. But no. They’re just there and I reflect and reflect the life around me and then these reflections either remain on paper (as I have a small notebook with me) or sink donw into the abyss of forgotten memory.

And I try to look strong and it works for a while.

This morning, after a night of traveling in the Haifa region (North) coming from a very important musial (perhaps I’ll tell of it later), I joined the bus to Eilat in the South of the country. 3 hours of sleep and during the ride to the Central station I was curious yet very “closed-in” of too less sleep, looking around me. I don’t know Haifa much. A strange city, so different from the ones I know in the centre. An Arab city more or less, lying on many mountains or high hills, let’s say, spread all over the area and with houses reminding me of residences of some mountain princes, observing the area. One could really be afraid if looking downhill from such a house. This all creates a special atmosphere, as well as this town isn’t “typically Jewish” at all, not even keeping some trace of religiousity. This makes it difficult to identify with  it, at least for me.

So then I left for Eilat and the road leads through 2 deserts and of course the central area. The most time I slept, I think. Or was simply resting. A very relaxing trip, 7 hours of simply bus, bus, bus. Mile after mile and the bus is nearly empty, the driver very fast and there was space where to sleep.

Well and then, after a time of apathy, then some phone calls, some hope feeling, some moments of happiness and strength and with heart-beating I arrived at Eilat and now I am here,  have already changed my money into the right currency (lately I deal with 3!), eaten, registered for tomorrow, pleaded at a hostel in front of a hostel boss for a place to have a bath… (Although I didn’t plan to “plead”, it really looked this way. A strange way to argue over price while barely saying much and having tears in my eyes. I hope he didn’t see this, the boss who went down with the price almost twice and finally I got a gratis bath offer. A moment of weakness…)

Life is complex and too many things happen to exist in parallel. While I was sitting in the bus, my cousin slept, not knowing where I am; a friend of mine flew to Germany, speaking with me minutes before on phone; my roummate came back from work, asking where I am – and more of this.

Now it’s evening. Many projects and events await me. Some I am afraid of, some I await for. Some simply have to happen, some are changeable. Perhaps.

I do thing because I think they are important, and in the first place for me

to quote a very special person. It’s a simple truth, but each truth is worth more than gold and any earthy goods.

The main thing, though an exhausting one, is always –

– to try to realise as much as possible

– to be ready to meet things in life

– to reflect upon what you experience.

It is real reflection and it helps you develop your life.

From Eilat with Thoughts,

all the best

IsrAlike