Ein Milim - there are no words. Arrival at Ben Gurion International Airport on a mid-February day in any other year, one would be met with the sights and sounds of people greeting their loved ones, lines of tour busses waiting for excited passengers, pilgrims

I have sat down several times to write, but the emotions are so fluid, and the situation is constantly changing. I am writing this reflection now a month into the war. Who knows how things will be by the time you read this.  
 
Let me relay what happened the