I still don’t feel like I live in Israel.
This is probably because I don’t.
Technically, I do, of course. I am now an official citizen of the State of Israel. I have a new cellphone number and an address here. I have a Teudat Zehut — and therefore, an Israeli identity. And by mid-week, all three of my kids will hopefully officially be in school.
I live here. But I am still in limbo.
Our shipment with all of our furniture, most of our clothes, our new Israeli small and large appliances, and all the material possessions that make it possible for me to live at peace with my children (read “Legos” and “dollhouse”) are still, supposedly, stuck in the port of Haifa.
Three days after we landed at Ben Gurion, our container arrived at the port. Unfortunately, that same day was the start of a week-long strike of the port workers. This is Israel.
The strike was finished a week ago, but we are still without our shipment, and also without any word of where it is or when it might arrive. Our rented home on Hannaton sits empty. We remain living out of duffel bags on the second floor of my very generous in-laws’ home in Kfar Hittim, a moshav overlooking Tiberias. I am fully aware that the situation could be much, much worse. We could be living in an Absorption Center, as many immigrants do. I could be living in a one-room apartment with not just three, but six children. I could be pregnant.
Things could definitely be worse.
And, things could be better. Right now.
Meaning, I could get over wanting this phase to be over.
I am a believer in the Law of Attraction. Say what you will, but it’s worked for me. Using a strong sense of focus and clearing my mind of negative thoughts, I somehow have been able to manifest anything from incredibly close parking spots to a huge bonus for my husband. Ask my family members about my parking luck…it’s not luck, my friends, it’s the power of intention.
So why isn’t the Law of Attraction working now?
How am I unable to attract a 40 foot container attached to a tractor trailor to my little red house on Hannaton?
I posed this question to my possibility-creating Facebook friends. One said: “Perhaps focus on the feeling you would feel once the shipment arrives. Just keep on thinking those feelings.” Another said, “If you can accept this moment just the way it is, everything gets easier- whether it all shows up or not. You do what you can and then relax and trust that it will work out in the best way possible.” (A lot of people “liked” that response.)
And, yet another said, “[Practicing the Law of Attraction] is harder than it sounds. That’s why they call it practice.”
Can I accept this moment just as it is?
Can I enjoy the chaos, the uncertainty, the cramped quarters, the unfamiliar tastes, smells, and sounds?
Can I be with the crying and the pushing and the acting out of my children? Accept that they too are in limbo?
Lord knows I’ve been trying.
But I know that I haven’t been trying hard enough.
I know what I am capable of accomplishing. Who I am capable of being…for myself and for my children.
I haven’t been her as of late.
When my friend Rita challenges me to accept this moment just as it is, what I know she’s saying is: “Choose it.”
Once I choose the balagan that is my life right now, I will suddenly have all I want. I won’t have to resist it any longer.
And even those who don’t practice Law of Attraction know what happens when you resist.
So, what happens when I let go? When I accept? When I choose?
Anything and everything.
And suddenly, I am here.
2 thoughts on “Limbo”
Sounds like this did make an impact. Good for you. It is a challenge to accept what is happening in life. We have our story of what’s supposed to happen and when it doesn’t we feel miserable or frustrated or angry or sad. Letting go of what is supposed to be and accepting what is is the way to joy, peace, abundance. Very simple, but not always feeling easy.
When you let go you inspire others to do the same. When you don’t let go, it’s an opportunity to let go of letting go or trying to let go.
Though it did not mean living in a new culture, when we last moved (from Maplewood to SO), our renovations were still happening…no working kitchen, no playroom, one bedroom less than now, master bath gutted and all the stuff from all of those rooms stacked precariously in the living room. Workmen and tools all over…one day a saw was left unattended and plugged in…my three boys, one of whom was just crawling, thought that was cool.
BUT, we moved the weekend of Hurricane Katrina, so I had that as a backdrop.
Anyway, it was a crazy, dusty, cramped time…I was pretty crabby. And we ate some not so great stuff since we were without a kitchen (had a fridge & toaster in another room)…but we kind of treated it as camping and the kids remember it fondly, believe it or not.
I know you will find your capable self soon…it’s just in that shipping container – she’ll be there before you know it!