Is blogging a healthy addiction? Answers on the back of a postcard to...
This whole blogging thing intrigues me. It's becoming quite an addiction actually. I've been thinking about who it is actually for. Well, me obviously. But to some extent bloggers, are, by nature, exhibitionists. If all we wanted to do was keep a journal, well, we'd write a private diary - and not post it on the World Wide Web for one and all to peruse at will.
I've been thinking about starting a blog for a while now. I think I actually tried to start one a couple of times, but the technology involved evaded me at the time. I seem to have got my head around it now.
So why now?
Well, in just over 8 months from now I will be returning to Israel - permanently. Gee, I don't think I have ever used the word "permanently" before. This has got to be a first. Generally the word "permanent" is enough to send shivers down my spine. But for some reason, the shivers have been replaced with an idyllic sense of calm and peaceful reassurance. I am going home...
I recently returned from spending 2 1/2 months in Israel for work. One of the many hats that I wear is that I manage educational touring programs to Israel for young Aussies aged between 17 - 26. It was without doubt the hardest bloody job I have ever done. I might be 33 years old, but there was more than one occasion when I rang my mother in Melbourne to have a good cry "Mum I can't do this bloody job. It's too haaaaarrrrrddddd!"
Despite the insanity, I kind of made up my mind that 2006 would be my year to go back. Unless you've been to Israel and dare I risk being tres controversial here - unless you are Jewish and have been to Israel, I don't think I could possibly explain to you the connection to the Land. It's spiritual, it's physical. It's instinctive.
When I am there I can feel the blood circulating in my body. I feel my heart pumping and I think to myself, "this is living. This is how life should be."
And so the countdown begins. 8 months until lift-off. I'll try to write regularly. I'll try really hard not to be artistic and obscure and downright obnoxious. I want this to be real.
I've been thinking about starting a blog for a while now. I think I actually tried to start one a couple of times, but the technology involved evaded me at the time. I seem to have got my head around it now.
So why now?
Well, in just over 8 months from now I will be returning to Israel - permanently. Gee, I don't think I have ever used the word "permanently" before. This has got to be a first. Generally the word "permanent" is enough to send shivers down my spine. But for some reason, the shivers have been replaced with an idyllic sense of calm and peaceful reassurance. I am going home...
I recently returned from spending 2 1/2 months in Israel for work. One of the many hats that I wear is that I manage educational touring programs to Israel for young Aussies aged between 17 - 26. It was without doubt the hardest bloody job I have ever done. I might be 33 years old, but there was more than one occasion when I rang my mother in Melbourne to have a good cry "Mum I can't do this bloody job. It's too haaaaarrrrrddddd!"
Despite the insanity, I kind of made up my mind that 2006 would be my year to go back. Unless you've been to Israel and dare I risk being tres controversial here - unless you are Jewish and have been to Israel, I don't think I could possibly explain to you the connection to the Land. It's spiritual, it's physical. It's instinctive.
When I am there I can feel the blood circulating in my body. I feel my heart pumping and I think to myself, "this is living. This is how life should be."
And so the countdown begins. 8 months until lift-off. I'll try to write regularly. I'll try really hard not to be artistic and obscure and downright obnoxious. I want this to be real.