Usually time does not really play a role in my life.
I usually do not count days and minutes.
But two years and two months have passed since I saw my lovely parents and three years and a bit from the last time I visited Israel, I saw friends, family, I smelled the Sabbath and tasted my mother’s house food.
I meet the longing in the songs. In the food I can bring from Amsterdam and TV shows that can be watched online. In daily video calls.
The heart shrinks from longing for something familiar and so far away.
I look at what is happening in the world. Waiting for the storm to pass.
In three years a child learns to go talk and love …
I have imagined so many times that the frenzy is over. And that I can just buy a ticket and at the end of the day sit on the couch with my parents.
It hurts too much so I stopped imagining. I accept the situation and it seems to me that I will also stop counting the days.
What will happen tomorrow is well known.
I thank you for what I have.
And walk the path that life shows me.
And pray for sanity and health for the world and my loved ones.
