16 hours, the longest I ever intend to be on a plane unless it's landing in Australia. But we're here! and from my hotel balcony I can see a crescent of Tel Aviv beach ribboned with strings of red and pink lights shielding revelers from the big fat moon. We stood barefoot in silken sand and imagined a basket of blessings to fill this week. I wished for knowing what my blessing needed to be, and the ability to allow my friends and this country and its people to help. And an opening in my soul for Torah bigger than ever before.
Hoping that tomorrow I figure out how to get various converters and plugs to work so I have enough juice to keep writing and taking pictures.