Friday, April 29, 2011
Monday, July 14, 2008
Notes from the Kibbutz
Heights.
We stayed in these wonderful individual cottages, each
with an outdoor deck overlooking the whole Hula valley.
The grounds were filled with peacocks, whom each evening
at dusk, would climb on the rooftops and call each other
to come watch the sunset. They would stand in absolute
silence as if participating in some sort of prayer or
ritual to hail the end of another day. It was quite a
sight to behold, and made us stop whatever we were doing
to watch along with them. The flip side of this peacock
coin was the insidious sound they made at the dawn of the
new day. They may have been beautifully silent at dusk,
but their early morning honks and squawks became nature's
unwelcome alarm.
The surrounding landscape seemed to come alive with sights
and sounds as the moon worked its way through the
star-filled night sky. Annie and I shared four minutes of
magic as a crescent moon lilted over Mt. Hermon in the
distance. It was so close, we could almost reach out and
grab it in our hands. We watched in a tranquil trance, as
this large orange glow was swallowed by the mountain.
Have you even taken a few moments out of your life to
actually watch the moon set? Better yet, and earlier in
the evening, make it a point to watch the moon rise.
I promise, you will never be the same.
The visuals that night were hard to beat, but I would be
remiss if I didn't mention the aural highlights as well.
In the distance, we heard the howling and yipping of what
I assumed must have been coyotes. At times, they sounded
as if they were within mere feet of the deck, but other
times they would call to each other from across the
valleys and ridges. Were they alerting the others to an
impending feast? Were Annie and I to be their prize?
Coyotes certainly would not have anything to do with
humans, but the sound was different enough to cause me to
guess that these vociferous creatures may be something
else. Retiring to the safety of the cabin just seemed the
right thing to do. The following morning, I learned our
noisy nocturnes were jackals!
Karla and Annie Ross
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Israel Poem
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Friday, July 4, 2008
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Close your eyes and imagine this scenario for just a
minute:
You and your family are standing on a rooftop of the
Mirkaz Shimson, overlooking Old Jerusalem. A perfect haze
airbrushes the city, as your mind wanders to picture your
ancestors 2000 years before you, filling the streets
below. Your community of fellow Jews stands lovingly
beside you, as you your child reads from the Torah.
What could possibly be better than that? Well, add to the
mix 7 other wonderful children sharing the day, a group of
kvelling parents, and top it off with Rabbis Goor and
Moskovitz running the show! Oh, and did I mention a buffet
brunch that would make your mouth water?
It all happened on Thursday July 3rd, here in beautiful
Jerusalem. It's a day none of us will ever forget!
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Go Ride a Camel!

Day 3 in Israel began with a visit with the LA-Tel Aviv Teen Partnership. Our group met with 8 students from various Tel Aviv High Schools who participated in the exchange program with Temple Judea and other Jewish schools back in Los Angeles. It was a fascinating dialogue - parents were surprised to learn about the freedom and independence Israeli teens have at such young ages - our youth immediately began to lobby hard for the same.









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