I cried this morning after walking our son to school.
It has been exciting building a new life in the Holy Land, and it’s all starting to come together.
And for the first time in my four decades here on Earth—as I walked from his school back home, amidst the buzzing cars and blooming bougainvilleas—I knew, I am home.
I belong here. We belong here.
Our kids attend Israeli schools, learning lashon hakodesh and Torah — in our homeland.
We live near Bet Shearim, which was the meeting place of the Sanhedrin and home of Rabbi Yehuda HaNasi, compiler of the Mishna.
The Talmud says: “One who walks a distance of four cubits (about seven feet) in the Land of Israel is assured of being a ben olam haba – heir to the World to Come.”
Because of the intrinsic holiness of the Land of Israel, a person gains spiritual merit simply by walking here.
It’s something that must be felt to fully appreciate it, a knowing of the soul.
As a Jewish mom and heiress of our Godly heritage, it’s a great honor and responsibility to carry the torch of Torah—and to lovingly pass it on, one step in Eretz Yisrael at a time.