What can I tell you, friends? It’s day nine.

The notion of “long haul” is starting to settle in. 

Today feels like an edible that just kicked in… but not in an awesome way. 

Stories from close friends are being told – in full color. 

Awareness of the groundswell of anti-Israeli sentiment in the US and Europe.

The fact that Hamas has forced us to become killers. Again.

We are a nation of survivors, born of survivors. We are made of strong stuff. 

We can hold the stories. But they leave an impression. 

So along with the awareness comes a certain level of disassociation that hovers over all things.

It has to.  

Because there’s a lot that still needs to be done. 

A lot of people who are in need of real support. 

Today I remember something my dad told me when I called him once in a state of total overwhelm. “Just do the next right thing,” is what he told me. 

That’s what I’m doing. 

The next right thing.  

I wish I could muster the spirit to share with you about all the good and beautiful things I witnessed today. To wax poetic about the first rain that fell this morning. Tell you about the smell of it. Describe the expanse of the sky in the Golan…about the clouds and colors. There’s so much beauty out here – I walked through it with my own two feet today.   


It’s been a long nine days.  

Most recently, I’ve been working around the clock to get this emergency field hospital stocked and set up. I so want to share the donation campaign information with you – but we don’t have all the pieces in place yet – we’re getting closer – but not quite there yet.  

So…that’s weighing on me. 

I’ve got some close friends with some serious concerns about their people. That’s weighing on me too.

I’ve got my own kids who feel a biological pull to show up and serve this country and her people outside of our community. Again, it’s heavy.  

I like it better when they’re close. 


The next right thing.

I am going to step away watch Brother Bear with all my kids. I’ve never seen it. I’m really excited about it. I poured myself a short glass of Arak. We made popcorn. I’m totally open to the idea of a hot bath should I find the strength to also clean the bathtub before I get in it…

Here’s to knowing what the next right thing is.
And doing it with all the grace and joy our hearts can muster.

With so much love and gratitude for your love and support. I cannot express in words how much your lovely messages mean to me. It matters so much.