I find blogging is very much like exercising. You may be doing it fanatically for months, or even years. And then, you somehow break that routine and nothing can motivate you to restart an activity you used to love so much.
Basically, I stopped blogging (and exercising). And though many times I wanted to write a post about whatnots, I couldn't bring myself to sit down and write. And then, a massacre happened in Itamar. Young parents were savagely and cowardly murdered together with their 3 children-11 year old, 4 year old, and 3 month old. And their 12 year old daughter, who came home after a shabbat evening function to discover her parents and siblings murdered.
My heart aches and tears keep filling my eyes. I don't really have the words to describe all the emotions that are flooding me. How does one react to a horrific tragedy like this? What contributes to the anger, grief, shock - an infant and little kids who were slaughtered in their sleep? parents killed together with their young children/infant? Inhuman arab muslims celebrating horrible deaths of innocent Jewish children/family? news media ignoring this tragedy? news media dehumanizing the murdered kids and their parents as 'settlers'? the trauma of the surviving children who saw their mother and father and siblings in pools of blood?
I mourn for the murdered Fogel family as a mother, as a Jew, as a human being.
I know Gd will avenge their blood. And to find some comfort I must remember that we, Jews, are one and Am Yisrael Chai.
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