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Slowly, slowly, slowly

I can't remember the number of times I have use this phrase in Hebrew - all things related to settling into life in Israel go this way - slowly. It takes patience, which is remarkable for a country totally lacking in patience!

I've put on my daily to do list to write this post numerous times since I started this experience. And, shockingly, it's gotten pushed off a bit. But I'm persistent, if nothing else.

First of all, thank you to everyone who wrote back to me with kind words of support and encouragement.

My mother wrote with an insightful and thought-provoking point. And so I'll use that as a jumping off point here. She wrote to me: "I would also ask why you are writing to the audience you pick and what you want to tell them." Easier said than done!

To answer the first part, I don't have an audience in mind in particular. I have shared this with everyone in my address book and invite you all to share it on further. The absence of a specific audience does make developing posts and and overall theme or message challenging.

I have come to realize that as a stay-at-home mom, for now, I have a lot of time to myself and that leads to a lot of thinking. I am looking for a way to share my thoughts, as well-developed as they hopefully are, in a way to spark thoughts in others, actions in others and myself, and build on my thought process in a more active way. And as a way to check myself and see if my thoughts are really as good as I think they are!

I do not intend for this to be a blog about me, my kids, my parenting adventures (as awesome as they are!), and hopefully it will not be me telling others what I think is right. Rather, I am hoping to use this experience to clear and organize my head and share with others my thoughts in the attempts to create a dialog - virtual or real, communal or personal.

As a final note, it does strike me, as I suspect it may have struck others in my family, at least, that there is a longstanding tradition of journalism and the written word as a career in my family. It strikes me as apropos that I am digging into something in the journalistic arena.
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