I moved to Jerusalem 15 years ago. I’ve never thought once about moving back to the land of my birth.
I love this land. This city. This country.
I love the people(s) in it – Israelis, Palestinians, immigrants, sojourners. All of them.
(Yes, all of the above sometimes frustrate me, irritate me, challenge me, even threaten me – but we’re all messy humans in the WORST timeline and they also impress me, inspire me, and teach me. Nothing in this post is black and white.)
I love even when it hurts, and I see children bombed and the poor abused and the land exploited and civil rights violated and people incited and afraid, and a whole system of oppression chewing people up and spitting them out and claiming the lives and souls of people who deserve so much better.
People deserve LIFE!
So I dream.
I dream of Zion.
A [space][time] in which Palestinians and Israelis are equal members of a shared and open society. In which all beings live in sustained harmony with each other and with the land. In which abundance permeates and embraces all things and their relationships. In which communication replaces violence. In which peace, justice, and holiness are foundational principles, not deferred aspirations.
Some of the ideas have been percolating for decades. Some of them developed as recently as this year. But all of them fit together into a picture of what I dream this place could be.
So take a moment from all the misery in the feed and dream with me a little: a libertarian socialist, solarpunk, Ibreofuturist dream of Zion.