I am standing in the kitchen. I am standing in the kitchen over a sink full of dirty dishes. I am standing in the kitchen over a sink of dirty dishes and under the spaghetti sauce that has been drying there for hours there is a chip on a ceramic plate.
Thank you, my beautiful insightful daughter, for articulating everything we are feeling. I am so grateful for your voice, and for using it to not only hold our feelings, but to explain them so perfectly to others. I love you eternally.
As always, your ability to capture and convey your feelings and experiences astounds and inspires me. Thank you for doing this work in the midst of pain, grief, and fear. This is beautiful and heartbreaking, and this is what we need to hear. You are on my mind and in my heart.
I feel this down to the tip of my toes, Rebecca. I am washed with comfort in how your write and articulate, and your words match what at least I’m feeling. Everything g is complicated. Fuxking everything. And yet being on the side of PEOPLE feels so simple. If only it was.
This is what I think of when people talk about sides - there are no sides. The Earth is Round. I am round - all of us, round. I just don't understand how people choose to not understand that war will never bring peace.
sigh.
all of this to say, I am grateful for your heart speaking and I pray that we may all be free. and feel safe in our homes. in our schools. churches, mosques, synagogues and bodies.
May you feel safe in your ghost-spooking home with your babies, ancestors, grief and hope.
My friend. Thank you for what you have said, done, and are. We, like you, with similar backgrounds and politics were stunned and paralyzed. At first. My kids, being in the same JSU, as yours were able to articulate their feelings more than we were. Then tonight. Tonight, the day that we were told Hamas called for a jihad, my Jewish husband and I stayed in instead of going out. And when neighborhood kids did a (Friday the 13th, maybe?) ding dong ditch, my husband leapt into action thinking maybe this is it. Maybe they know who we are. "One of them looked older, had facial hair," he said after running outside and trying to confront the people who were at our door, ringing, running away, ringing, running away. We tried to be "practical" and "reasonable" in the face of something that is neither. And here we are. Like you. Scared, only trusting certain people. Remembering that our neighbors are not Jewish, it's just us. (Him, them, not even me.) We are in a soup. Love you. Thank you.
Thank you, Bec. Thank you. I see you, I hear you, I value you, and I understand every word down to my own cells. I am in awe of how you always manage to shine a necessarily light through the most impossibly complex of situations. May that light help to open a few more eyes.
Thank you for articulating generations of shared experience This is hard. My focus this week was if my friend could fly out of Israel- he traveled to Tel Aviv to be with his sick sister... the next day the attacks began. He made it to Madrid and will be in CA tomorrow. His childhood home bombed and yet we are so happy he is safe... we despair for all the others in harms way.
Thank you, my beautiful insightful daughter, for articulating everything we are feeling. I am so grateful for your voice, and for using it to not only hold our feelings, but to explain them so perfectly to others. I love you eternally.
As always, your ability to capture and convey your feelings and experiences astounds and inspires me. Thank you for doing this work in the midst of pain, grief, and fear. This is beautiful and heartbreaking, and this is what we need to hear. You are on my mind and in my heart.
I feel this down to the tip of my toes, Rebecca. I am washed with comfort in how your write and articulate, and your words match what at least I’m feeling. Everything g is complicated. Fuxking everything. And yet being on the side of PEOPLE feels so simple. If only it was.
This is what I think of when people talk about sides - there are no sides. The Earth is Round. I am round - all of us, round. I just don't understand how people choose to not understand that war will never bring peace.
sigh.
all of this to say, I am grateful for your heart speaking and I pray that we may all be free. and feel safe in our homes. in our schools. churches, mosques, synagogues and bodies.
May you feel safe in your ghost-spooking home with your babies, ancestors, grief and hope.
and so it is.
My friend. Thank you for what you have said, done, and are. We, like you, with similar backgrounds and politics were stunned and paralyzed. At first. My kids, being in the same JSU, as yours were able to articulate their feelings more than we were. Then tonight. Tonight, the day that we were told Hamas called for a jihad, my Jewish husband and I stayed in instead of going out. And when neighborhood kids did a (Friday the 13th, maybe?) ding dong ditch, my husband leapt into action thinking maybe this is it. Maybe they know who we are. "One of them looked older, had facial hair," he said after running outside and trying to confront the people who were at our door, ringing, running away, ringing, running away. We tried to be "practical" and "reasonable" in the face of something that is neither. And here we are. Like you. Scared, only trusting certain people. Remembering that our neighbors are not Jewish, it's just us. (Him, them, not even me.) We are in a soup. Love you. Thank you.
Thank you, Bec. Thank you. I see you, I hear you, I value you, and I understand every word down to my own cells. I am in awe of how you always manage to shine a necessarily light through the most impossibly complex of situations. May that light help to open a few more eyes.
That was beautiful and eloquent as always -thank you.
Thank you for your mind and your heart and your thoughtful expression of both.
This is so beautiful and resonant
This was beautiful, Rebecca. It expresses the complex feelings many of us have right now.
Thank you for articulating generations of shared experience This is hard. My focus this week was if my friend could fly out of Israel- he traveled to Tel Aviv to be with his sick sister... the next day the attacks began. He made it to Madrid and will be in CA tomorrow. His childhood home bombed and yet we are so happy he is safe... we despair for all the others in harms way.
Throwing my whole body around you. Love you guys so much.
❤️