Ecological architecture

An article from the monthly column on design and its power in shaping our lives in the "Kohav Ha'emek" newspaper.

From the monthly column in the "Kohav Ha'emek" newspaper

"The changes in the weather made me think that apart from them I am also sad because of you. A street was paved near the house that was my home, I know, something is changing here..." I could not find a better way, than these words of Shlomo Artzi, to describe my state of mind in the past month. Extreme heat and stormy winds, holidays and freedom and once again a routine and apart from them also sadness because of you..

My studio is the security room of the entire complex, and in times of war, all the employees of the trading houses around me come to me. More than twenty years have passed since the Gulf War, I was then a 16-year-old girl in love. I remember the first alarm, we sat in the room with the sellotape on the windows, we also put a mask on the dog and I imagined how the gas was dispersed outside and all the birds fell from the trees. This uncertainty was a scary thing. We turned on the TV and waited for the news and then we heard boom! And nothing happened.

Randomness always comes easily to me, yet I am constantly planning... planning places, houses, dreams. Connects thoughts, questions, a given situation and a family situation and turns all of these together into a web of lines that becomes for someone - a way of life, a place to go from and return to.

This week, my firstborn was seven years old and by his very nature, he is sometimes my inspiration, he teaches me to be a better mother and person, and his seven years made me think about Sheva. When you had a child, I wrote these moments - I wrote the contractions, the long birth, the father, the best friend, the grandmother and grandfather and then the new life with you. The trips in the carrier, the sleepless nights, the days we lay on the grass on our backs and looked up at the leaves moving with the wind.

From the monthly column in the "Kohav Ha'emek" newspaper

This morning I got up relatively early, I had time for a short moment to drink coffee before the attack of the "mom bring me" attack. I even thought about going for a morning run, and immediately thought again and stayed with the coffee... Lately, mornings are easier for me than nights. Once at night I would write, the silence around helped me concentrate without distractions and something always happened to me, I was excited and filled with content, with words looking for a way to be written, to be heard, to shout.

How do you really plan green? Green planning starts from the ground. There is nothing like standing on the ground exactly where your home will be and feeling it. feel the wind, listen to the rustle of the leaves, raise your head, look around and imagine. Exactly in this place where your house will be, you already know - here will be the entrance and there will be the balcony. Just before you looked at the direction of the sun, intuition led you there.

'Feeling at home' - magical for another second on Purim and it reminds me that exactly at this time a year ago, I wrote my first column here, so here is the first birthday for the column and for me - 44. In my forty-four years, I was privileged to love and be loved, I was privileged to give birth to three children, I was privileged to create And being in action, I got to give and fall, to be disappointed, to hurt, to break, to crack, to lose, to get stronger, to overcome, to gain, to win.

There is something about the changing of the seasons that makes me want to change, like the nature that changes its colors, the soul wants to be renewed and like it - the house. The weight of the carpets, the hangers loaded with coats, closed shoes, winter blankets and soft sweaters are packed in stages and placed on top of the high shelves. Nature always knows how to move, and if we know how to move with it, we will get closer to the right fusion with the environment and with ourselves. The instability between the seasons shakes the stable ground of our souls and reminds us that 'never is resilience'. That silence is not always taken for granted, that this place where the ground beneath us trembles is right next to us. An earthquake always catches us off guard and is followed by remnants of devastation and destruction but also hope and compassion.

In one of my wanderings on the legendary Facebook, I came across the question, what is this thing that cannot be taken from us? I immediately thought to myself - the talent, and out of curiosity I checked the answers that were written later and there I also met the freedom of choice and the idea for the aforementioned column. Independence and freedom have not always been here and we have no promise about them coming, but the freedom of choice for better or for worse is a right given to us From the day we received bina, a person lives his life in sadness or joy, in satisfaction or despair, not necessarily because of the circumstances of his life, but because of the choices he makes in life.