a new blog. I love it, her, her hair, her ambition, her writing, her thoughts and insights, and how they make me think. Basically, she is incredible.
I am a part of the scenery, this is how I feel.
I have come to know the corridors of the Old City flanked with carpets and beads. I've come to know the people there--the fantastic people there and the rough people there and the ones that simply pretend you're not there. I've sat and talked with friends on Ben Yehuda with gelato in hand and been spat on at Mea Shearem. I have favorite churches and stores and merchants; I am a part of this city. A very small thread, especially compared to say, David or Solomon or Constantine, but one still, and only because I met the people, had dinner with the people, laughed very hard and danced with the people, and sat and cried with the people and all within their homes where they welcomed me.
Jerusalem is not a city that will let itself be owned by anyone; it's always resisted being reduced to property and has always repelled those who started thinking it was something that belonged to them. No, the most one can hope for is to belong to Jeruslaem.
- Journal Entry: April 16th, 2009