Another Week Passes
I woke up yesterday morning with the news that Katyusha rockets had hit Northern Israel. It seems like the rockets landed in Nahariya, a bustling little town with a pretty waterfront that is south of Rosh HaNikra. One rocket hit a retirement home. We visited Naharia last June: my kids ate pizza, and I bought a salad across the street (my husband probably wasn’t hungry). Why am I talking about food? Isn’t that easier to talk about than war, self-defense, media bias, Islamic fanaticism?
Here’s what I blogged about this past week
It will only be a relief if the job is done, Leora. If Hamas continues to throw rockets at our cities, Israel must continue to respond.
A Sweet Angel Song
The song is one that is in this week’s parsha of Vayechi. There is a chapter in Ancient Secrets by Rabbi Levi Meier, z”l, called the “Art of Dying.” It is about Yaakov on his death bed, and what we can learn about dying from Yaakov. However, I couldn’t bear to write about dying. But I did want to mention that chapter.
Noteworthy (to me) in the Greater Blogosphere
Oh, What A Wonderful Friendly World We Live In (Just Kidding)
(not the real title of the post, but close)
Ilana-Davita learns from Yaakov: “children are different and that [Yaakov] can’t have the same expectations from all of them.”
And I’ll leave with a link to Jack.