 6 May 2005 @ 05:55, by Judih Haggai
Holocaust Week is over: Twirling in my head are stories of survivors, daughters of survivors,and daughters of sons and daughters of survivors.
Have finally seen the movie "Vita e bella, La" (Life is Beautiful) [link]
by Roberto Benigni, with its glorious melody of humour and creativity in the face of Nazi camp reality.
Tilly in Afghanistan[link]: working to raise the status of women and children. And my friend J who is thinking of giving up her comfortable life to dedicate herself to altruistic world outreach.
The story of a West Bank romance, an American who married a Palestinian political prisoner.
[link]
"West Bank story
By Daphna Berman
What caused a Jewish girl from an upper middle-class New York suburb to fall in love with and marry a Palestinian political prisoner who was born and raised in a traditional Muslim family on the outskirts of a dilapidated refugee camp?
In her directorial debut, American-Israeli filmmaker Devorah Blachor attempts to answer this question, made all the more poignant by the fact that the Jewish girl from New York also happens to be her cousin.
"Waiting for Quds," which premiered earlier this month at both the DocAviv film festival in Tel Aviv and the Chicago International Film festival, follows the lives of Allegra Pacheco, an American-Jewish human rights lawyer, and Abed al-Ahmar, the Palestinian prisoner whom she represented and later married." (go to the link for the rest)
Synthesizing: And there I was again last evening, 4 hours at the kibbutz front gate, sitting, cleaning away cobwebs, wiping off tiny lizard turds from the tabletops in order to freshen up the the little guardhouse. Opening the gate for those who wanted to enter or leave the kibbutz, watching TV and thinking of this past week.
Events began to stir and simmer within me as I examined the salad that is our lives.
What is event but a collection of causes and effects?
The flavour of each individual effort affects the whole, but more dramatically, makes a difference to ourselves. When I add my opinion, my action, my clear intention, I celebrate my own existence. I am. And I change the event in some small way.
But what happens when I exert my influence? Being sure of my intention, being in focus, I radiate vibrations that affect others. How they're affected, however, is out of my control, unless I manage to internalize the glorious lessons of T'ai Chi, and use their energy to flow in my intended direction.
Yet, it never fails to amaze me how surprising other people's reactions can be. Some are heavily in the claws of their own insecurities. How many adults still cling to juvenile coping methods? How often have I met up with a polished adult (groomed, arranged, with eloquent tongue and fashionable comments) who, when challenged, responds with taunts, 'deafness' or bullying techniques?
Reading people's auras can be a frightening experience! Be prepared for the worst!
But if there's a little gleam of life in a person's eye, there's hope.
Look for the gleam, I say to myself. Search out the gleam, cultivate those who gleam, and let that gleam glow. Together we can do something.
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