The days seem to pass very quickly. There was a period in my life, when I had so much to do, I’d plan the day to the minute. And it was amazing, how much I managed to fit into a single day. I am reminded of those intensive times when I talk to my children. They’re still doing that. Have a number of projects running at the same time; often eat on the run; answer mails on their cell phones; pick up something from the store on their way from here to there. I admire their pace, and their many accomplishments. All the more so, because they seem happy. They have the pleasure of accomplishment.
I start my day with a walk. It’s most beautiful shortly after sunrise. Talk to the neighborhood cats, and they share with me that which interests them. Each day is different. The light falls differently on the trees and bushes, and the neighborhood buildings. By the time I return to my studio to begin work, it’s already the middle of the morning. Time seems to move quickly. I often listen to music while I work. Music is a great inspiration, though. Sometimes, I have to stop work just to listen a bit better. A little after noon, I eat a modest lunch, and then take a nap. And in the afternoon, I spend the time studying and reading for pleasure. By evening there are often visits with friends and family. And at the end of the day, there are always things I planned to do, that I didn’t get around to. That’s the way it is at the end of the week, or at the end of the month… there are always things that I planned to do, and didn’t manage to get to.
I like the summer, and enjoy the heat. It’s almost never too hot, here in Jerusalem. And since the heat is a dry heat, I can enjoy it without an excess of sweat. The other day, I returned, with a couple of friends, to the ‘Spring Garden’, where I’d visited in the spring of this year. It’s an ancient garden at the edge of the city that had been deserted and abandoned for many years. The plant life had grown wild. The terraces remained, but the water ways had become blocked, the furrows forgotten, and the place had lost its lively culture. But then about ten years ago, some neighbors got together, and revived the garden. The water ways were cleared, and new fruit trees were planted, and old ones nursed. Birds and animals soon found their way to the renewed garden, and it is once again a lush corner of our world.
After a very pleasant walk among the flowers and trees, we returned to a pub, and had some beers in the patio, as we watched carefree people, many on vacation, walking along the street. The shadows grew long. The colors grew rich in yellows and orange. It was a pleasure to enjoy the long day, knowing that soon the days would get shorter. We ate pizza and a variety of salads. I especially enjoyed the stuffed mushrooms. They were delicious, and brought back good memories as well.
Because of the spring we had just visited, I was thinking about water. A few years ago, here in Israel, there was a bit of a panic about running out of water. Since then, we’ve created a few desalination plants, and it looks as if we’ll soon be able to supply as much water as needed, for an acceptable price. But I was reminded too, of our ancient forbearers who designed collection funnels on the roofs of the buildings here, collecting rain water for all the necessary uses. There is so much we can do, so long as we look for answers, and don’t raise our hands in despair.