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Six trips to Israel and way more than a thousand pictures later, I got to thinking. What in the world does one do with over a thousand pictures?
Like a first child, the first trip - a tour, filled five photo books. I packed them around in a cotton bag. At first my friends were anxious to see them. But then, word got out. By the second book of pic by pic narration, eyes began to glaze over and my loving family and friends would find excuses to leave. "Uh, I think the pest control man is at my door. I should get home now..."
Pictures can tell a thousand words.
But a few well thought out sentences work well too.
I began to look at the pictures again and a story, or tidbit of information or something that reaches deep down to the soul began to take form.
May I share them with you?
Israel is my homeland.
I came to the realization that my home is here in the US with my husband, children and grandchildren. But my heart and soul keep leaning towards the Land of my ancestors. Deep calls to deep. DNA calls to DNA.
On a whim a few years ago, I told my oldest granddaughter that when she turned twelve, I'd take her to Israel. She's now ten and reminds me often of my invitation. Her sister, now eight, has included herself in the journey.
Who knows. Maybe some day we'll all live there - all twelve (and counting) of us will walk on the soil and breath the air.