Friday, May 20
Shabbot is primarily a day of rest and spiritual enrichment. It is the centerpiece of Jewish life; it is a time to spend with family and friends, prayer and elaborate feasts. Shabbot begins Friday evening and extends to sundown on Saturday. In Jerusalem during Shabbot businesses sleep and the celebration begins.
I needed to prepare a meal for our anniversary. By the time I went to the market it was out of control. Everyone was busily shopping frantically preparing for Shabbot and most didn’t seem to mind pushing and shoving their way to the front of the line or rubbing more than elbows with me. I quickly remembered it was okay to stand up for myself or I’d be knocked down. So, I kept my head up, was assertive and, unlike the majority, I went against the grain and put a grin on my face while I too plowed through the masses. I grabbed marinated spicey olives, oil, pasta, rainbow rice, massive amounts of vibrant vegetables, gourmet cheese and bread, a bottle of wine for a toast and a bouquet of paper thin purple flowers to remind us that it is time to heal, be thankful and celebrate. Israel shared with me many of its colors and I embraced them all. I also gained firsthand the true meaning of hudspa!
Michael was still not feeling well. His spine screamed in agony as stem cells grew exponentially in numbers and his bones ached. The everpresent migraine didn’t let up.
We stayed in, grew mellow and had some much needed down time as well as played a turmultous acey-duecey match with Michael as the victor. The city was still silent and we didn’t disturb it. Sunday was right around the corner and that was going to be a huge day – stem cell collection in Haifa!