Its been forged in a reality of actions and reactions.
Im too Jewish to be British. Im too British to be Israeli. Yet im all of those things.
Dont get me wrong, I really am proud and happy to live in Israel. There are no utopias. Just places we create for our pleasure.
In years gone by I connected to the prayers of Yom Hatazmaut. I like the tunes, the rythm and the dancing. I danced a little and then was overwhelmed by disconnect.
Sometimes i am lost
Today I am little girl lost.( In the sense of William Blakes poem. Little Girl Lost.)
I feel like Lyca on her journey through innocence navigating the wild desert.
Yet I am far from innocent.
Im hoping to meet a Lion who crys ruby tears.
Unlikly pairing are a theme.
There is a sequal. Little Girl Found.
Where can Lyca sleep? This is the question
