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Sometimes a lot of beauty shows up in your life and you don't need to make any sense of it, you just accept it and be grateful. Maybe in the form of metaphorical rosepetals, too.

Naatz traveled 1.5 hours to get up here to Haifa by train and she's waiting in the station now for her 1.5 hour trip back home. It's about 8:45 PM as I'm writing from Haifa.

We shared our time today finding garden gates that were locked and a museum that didn't open because the listed hours we had were wrong. And scooting across the streets to get the right buses going the right way.

And we had lunch and she pointed out 'landmarks' so I wouldn't get lost on the way around my new hotel. As a *great* bonus, she spontaneously gave me my first basic Hebrew lesson on a flash card and I even got a couple of oral quizzes from her [I miserably failed, but she said my pronunciation was good.] Go me. Did you know the Hebrew numeric system has two genders?

AND we engaged deeply in talking about her life with Anna years ago, and now without her, and about my life with and without. We just made the time we needed to share in that way. I think on one level, at least, it was part of our mourning time and we could share it verbally with one another. As we found quiet places in the afternoon gardens, and as the twilight fell around the closed museum and onto our bench on the grounds.

And we felt each other's sorrows and, for me, at least, it was healing to be able to offer our words and our insights to one another.

It's one thing to journal about it but it is so very precious to be able to do that side-by-side with a person who played a very special role in Anna's life. And she, of course, in ours.

So we imprinted all this on the hours of this day and we can keep those hours forever.

I keep finding basic, vital, heartbeat reasons why I'm supposed to be on this journey right now. And I'm not looking for them, they keep finding me where I am and where I need to be. Like rosepetals falling down out of the sky all over me.


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Sep. 4th, 2008 06:40 pm (UTC)
Hehe yes, I did know that about the numeric system. Same in Arabic.

And I did receive your messages -- thank you so much. I've started now and will wait for you to return to the States.
Sep. 5th, 2008 05:56 am (UTC)
You guys already knew all that stuff? omg. See how much I have to learn ....

You comparative language grrls make me want to go run and hide. One of the things that has most intrigued me is that two of my tutored kids -- one Polish, one Vietnamese -- both complained to me how hard it was to "think in English" rather than in their native tongues -- that involves lots more than learning English word spellings and sentence structure.

Since I'm monolingual with some tidbits of German and French and Spanish, it's really hard for me to appreciate their perspectives. I know I can do that brain-wise, but heart-wise is a totally different thing.
Sep. 5th, 2008 06:00 am (UTC)
And I found something else to share with you [I travel with it everywhere.] Will PM you in your LJ mailbox soonish <3

EDIT: just did it.

Please do take care of yourself, sweet Nur, and heal strongly and slowly, as you will. There is a book called "Strong at the Broken Places" which is full of light and beauty ... maybe you could Amazon it?

Edited at 2008-09-05 06:57 am (UTC)
Sep. 5th, 2008 02:53 pm (UTC)
I consider myself monolingual too. I think in images, not words.
Sep. 5th, 2008 04:03 pm (UTC)
O Nurzie I do too. As a lighting designer.
Sep. 5th, 2008 04:05 pm (UTC)
And it's thrilling when what I end up creating on the stage can match what I've thought about and "seen" in my head. Might take all night [or two], but sometimes I can get close .....
Sep. 5th, 2008 08:43 pm (UTC)
Another beautiful entry. Thank you, Brad.
Sep. 6th, 2008 07:00 am (UTC)
*takes long sniffs of the flowers*
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