Two weeks into the New Year and it seems like we’re already properly into 2024. So, as we dive into the year, I want to share a quick exercise that might just help you set yourself up for 2024 in a meaningful way. So, grab a cup of coffee (or your favourite...
Yesterday I went on a trip to the South of Israel, where the October 7 attack took place. It was January 7, exactly 3 months after. We were a group who went to bear witness to the atrocities and show that we care, that we see the people who are so painfully impacted...
Last week, we experienced an event that shook our entire nation. Three hostages managed to escape from their captors in Gaza. They ran out of a building with their hands up, white flag raised and shirts lifted. Tragically they were mistaken for terrorists and shot by...
This piece of writing is not mine. It expresses so beautifully what life is like in Israel at the moment and I wanted to share it further. Credit goes to Chana Wurtzel who wrote it. IF YOU LIVE HERE, YOU KNOW… If you live here, you know what it is to wake up...
Here we are, 2 months into the war, as we navigated through a week that’s been an emotional rollercoaster.The thing we most wanted, what we were waiting and praying for, was coming to fruition. Our hostages came home.Every day, for 7 days, we saw a batch of...
The last time I wrote an entry for my war diaries was day 32. I just haven’t been able to put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) and write my thoughts for the last 2 weeks. We’re on day 45 – whoever thought it would be this long and still, no end...
In the Jewish tradition, 30 days of mourning is a significant milestone in the mourning cycle after losing a loved one. It’s called Shloshim and counting from the massacre of October 7th, that day is today. As you work through the stages of grief – denial,...
Last night we had a sliver of light in the darkness. We rejoiced at the brave rescue of one of the hostages, Ori Megidish, 19 years old, from a Gaza tunnel, by the IDF. A young girl who was taken, is now back with her family, back home. Together with the 4 hostages...
How are you? For the last 17 days, the most normal of questions, the question that usually just rolls off our tongue without thinking, has become the hardest question to answer. When someone asks me, How are you? I pause and think. I don’t know how to answer the...