Monday, May 11, 2009


mine

8 comments:

aliza. said...

simply spectacular.

bee tee said...

you've got to narrow it down to one...

rutimizrachi said...

Bee Tee: LOL!!!

Chavele, yes my love -- they are all yours, and all mine, and every Jew's. And we'll hold them in our hearts, in the place where gratitude resides. And we'll hold them in our prayers...

the sabra said...

Really? I've got to choose only one that I can call mine? But they're all connected! Only when they are all together, do we really have it. How can I choose? Which one is the best? The perfect one? The weathered but strong one? The adorned one? The high? The low? The dark? The light? I love em all. Each one has a story, each one has a secret. And every story is mine and every secret is mine. Yes ruti, the stones and their lives belong to all the Jews, but somehow, the Kotel is really mine...

(p.s. who's in favor of cropping out the green things in front?)

bee tee said...

Hehe, nice try...

rutimizrachi said...

Of course, everyone is just kidding. Of all the young people I know, Chavele has one of the oldest souls. When she looks at a group of young, handsome soldiers, I believe she doesn't have a prurient thought in her mind. She loves them absolutely and purely, as the servants of Hashem that they are. And like all old souls, the effect of their poignantly sweet beauty on her, I believe, is the same as on mine: O Borei Olam! How comely are Your young warriors! Though it is right that such beautiful beings should defend Your holy honor and Your Nation, let not one of them be sacrificed -- for such devotion and such beauty should not be destroyed.

Or something like that...

rutimizrachi said...

...Anyway... her husband will have to think a lot like that, to be enough like her. So I give her that bracha.

the sabra said...

Thanks. Amen. I'm so tempted to delete this whole comments section. I HATE when things get twisted. Apparently my family gets me-thanks "grandma" and "ima" :)