When the time to go went from months to weeks, I freaked out. I love my life in Northern Israel. I do.I love the school we established two years ago, I love my friends, I love my job as a family therapist with a radio show. I love the nature and the pace of life in the Upper Galilee Valley of Israel. I love my home! The thought of leaving behind all that I love, deeply love, was terrifying. Why in the Hell Would I Throw Away a Perfectly Good, Rewarding LIfe? Why? Here are the last glimpses into the world we left, before becoming a nomadic family.
Last Minutes at Our Precious School
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| the head teacher lital and gabi i love her sooo much she was the ideal 'mother' for my kids this past school year and a half |
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| on of their favorite spots in school the relaxing corner under their climbing tree their friends all hanging out before we depart |
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| the hammock in school shir, ora, merchi, zoe, neomi, eyla, and 1/2 of jane |
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| because our kids would be missing the big purim ball taking place two days after we left the kids in school unanimously agreed to dress up on their last day to let them be included in the joy of purim celebrations |
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| jonathan the viking, omri the pirate and zoe the geysha |
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| teacher noa (dressed as a nerd) petting bar in the doorway to the dining room/art room |
After two and a half years of homeschooling, we founded a community school that we believe upholds the educational principals that are right for our children. The school focuses on emotional intelligence, giving kids a safe place to explore using their hands, experimentation, nature, and curiosity. Here is a video from Israeli TV. Though it's in Hebrew, you can see our kids and Kobi, watch me being interviewed, and see what the energy was like in the Einat HaGalil School in Kibbutz Amir.
Our Un-Nomadic Home
I'm fishing up some pictures for our series of e-books about to published, and found, OH MY GOD!, pictures of our home. A home of a normal family. A normal home with curtains and clutter and things to be fixed when we 'get around to it'. A home up until those last few minutes, just before becoming a nomadic family. I'm just sitting here, feeling blank, kinda wishy-washy, missing my home. Ok, really missing my home: my sun-lit spacious, mountain-side home. Ahhhhh, home, bittersweet, home.
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| The living room, flooded with light and fresh mountain air. Spacious, Airy |
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| Shelves and shelves of books, in every room, in every corner. I miss being surrounded by books |
Last Minutes of Home As We Walk Out the Door. Oh!
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| our living room, clutter-free right before we walked out the door |
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| dahnya's lambaleh, the one stuffed animal she has slept with her entire life from grandfather nechemia |
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| dahnya in the parking lot outside our buidling, on the way to school for the last time |
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| dahnya with lambaleh and her favorite bunny both terribly painful for her to imagine sleeping without |
An Angel Looking After What We Love
My amazing, unbelievable, un-earthlyly capable, loving, kind assistant, who runs my business while I'm gone (and when iIm actually working in normal life previous to our travels) has taken another unreal step in saving my life...and being too kind and beautiful. She has given our beloved Kooli (aka: Loolie) a loving home. She took her this week from a situation which was not working out, and now has made her a star.
I just told kobi. It's unreal how many amazing blessings and kind people keep entering our lives.
Thank You Dafna! Thank you for everything!!!
