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A bird and a fish

You are a fish
Diving deep, deep into the depths
of the world’s secrets and wonders.

I am a bird
Exploring from above,
Holding my freedom
Close to my heart.

I am a fish
Digging deep into the coral
Into the human psyche
Going deep into my head
To be authentic and good.

You are a bird
Flying high on the wings of spirituality
Chassidut and
Kabbalah.

You are a fish
I am a bird.
I am a fish
You are a bird.

A fish may love a bird
A bird may love a fish.

The truth about antisemitism

The truth about antisemitism is that it’s true.

And that is the most shocking truth of all.

Because what does a refined westernized Jewish woman do with such information? Where does she put her wishes and hopes for safe times, times without hatred targeted towards her and her people?

It would seem she might do best to look into long-term storage options for this hope of hers, a place where her hope can be put for safekeeping, because as long as antisemitism has existed, so too it just might continue to exist.

Born on the correct side

It has always amused me how almost everyone believes that they just so happened to be born into the most accurate belief system, whether religiously, politically or otherwise.

Quite the coincidence, right?

But what truly baffles me is when I realize that I honestly am on the right side. How I was chosen, I do not know, but, indeed, my parents educated me correctly and here we are with the task of figuring out how to be the just ones, the good ones, the light unto the nation, against so much darkness and evil.

The emphasis on size

At the local authors event this Sunday, David Ehrlich, a writer and owner of Tmol Shilshom restaurant in Jerusalem, spoke of the woes of being a short story writer. Publishers simply don’t like books of short stories.

(Reminds me of a sad and amusing Hebrew book on the subject: “The Short Story Artist.”)

Also that evening, Debbie Herman, a children’s author, said it would be difficult to get Carla’s Sandwich published now because it is too long by today’s standards.

Years ago while in Vancouver I took a creative writing class with Paul Belserene. One day I confessed that I often didn’t publish blog posts because I felt they were too short by blog post standards.

For kids it can’t be too long. For adults it can’t be too short. In blogs it has to be just the right length too.

But what about the ideas, the stories, themselves? What about the wacky humour of David’s stories? What about the immersing experience of Debbie’s charming book?

Paul at the time suggested I simply write how I feel like writing.

So here you go. I hope you enjoy.

No warning

When you’re little, no one tells you just how excruciatingly painful life is. No one tells you that throughout your years you will have to bear witness to your most loved ones being virtually stabbed by life’s trials. Why is this kept a secret? Does not every human deserve the warning?