Never Too Late For Curry!

Today was a one of those scheduled days. Going and coming, walking briskly and taking buses, which I rarely do in Jerusalem, just to get where I'm going on time. For example, I got home from work at 19:00 and left again at 19:30 in order to get to the community canter in time for the opening ceremony of the Israeli Memorial Day.

At exactly 20:00 a one minute siren sounds all over Israel as Memorial Day ceremonies commence. I made it in time, and sat with my friends met people I expected to meet, and many that I didn't. We sat together listening to stories and singing in hushed voices, to commemorate those who are no longer with us. There is a comfort in coming together as a community to remember and sing. A softness which can only be created in a collective experience of people who have respect for the cycle of death and life we all experience.

On my way home I realized I hadn't eaten a normal meal all day. When I opened the refrigerator to search for some food I found a pot of brown rice and curry waiting for me. From the comfort of community to the comfort of home.