All posts by Rebecca Michelle

Educator, traveler, reader, blogger. Loves learning, black coffee, and friendly people.

New Name

I’ve been thinking about changing the URL for this blog for a long time and I finally did it! You can now find my blog at byrebeccamichelle.wordpress.com. If you’d like to keep following my photos, travels, and thoughts on education (and I sincerely hope you do!) please, please, please update to this new address in your reader and/or in your follow settings. I don’t want to lose you! After all, what is this blog without you?

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Chinese Garden

One of my Singapore Bucket List items was (note the use of past tense!) to visit the Chinese Garden in Jurong Lake. I didn’t even know it existed until it showed up as the banner photo on my bank’s website. The website has gorgeous photos of Singapore and they’re helpfully all labeled with the location! A stunning sunset photo of the Twin Pagodas at the Singapore Chinese Garden shows up fairly often in my online banking experiences. I expected the pagodas to be massive because that’s how they look in the photo but that actually wasn’t the case at all. You can see for yourself in the gallery below.

The Chinese Garden is out west on the East-West Line, which is a pretty far MRT ride from where I live, which is towards the northern end of the North-East Line. Without a friend, I would have brought a book but I was lucky enough to have a friend! Jamie and I headed there mostly to take pictures. It rained a bit but we were delighted to find the park almost completely empty. It was quiet and serene even though we could see the city and its construction all around us. There were a group of people playing cricket on a pitch nearby, but we saw relatively few people otherwise.

The Japanese Garden is part of the same park, but we only visited the Bonsai Garden there. Pretty helpful sign posts and the occasional map showed us around. It’s quite a large park, so there would be more to see if I ever went back. Looking at the amount of time I have left here, though, that’s unfortunately unlikely. (Insert sad face emoji here.)

Enjoy the photos and head there for a visit!

 

Yom HaShoah

Yom HaShoah is Israel’s commemoration of the Holocaust. Shoah, the Hebrew word to describe the Holocaust, literally means “catastrophe.” Most Jewish communities follow suit and also hold ceremonies of remembrance on the 27th of Nissan. The Jewish calendar (and Muslim calendar!) is a lunar calendar so the Gregorian date changes each year. According to the Gregorian calendar, a new day begins at midnight. On the Jewish calendar, however, a new day begins at sundown. In 2016, Yom HaShoah began at sundown on May 4 and will end at sundown on May 5.

This has always been a day that leads me to think about the state of the present world. Today’s world is violent, full of anger and fear and hate, and in desperate need of peace. There are surely a million and one reasons why we are where we are, but I prefer to think about moving forward. Dwelling on the past has brought us our present. I have bigger dreams for the future.

Whenever I’ve taught about the Holocaust, I’ve focused heavily on the roles of bystanders and upstanders (rescuers). Writer Cynthia Ozick highlights the issue of indifference, which I address with my students.

“Indifference is not so much a gesture of looking away – of choosing to be passive – as it is an active disinclination to feel. Indifference shuts down the humane, and does it deliberately, with all the strength deliberateness demands. Indifference is as determined – and as forcefully muscular – as any blow.”

We need to care. We need to care about everyone in the world simply because they are human. We all are human.

I don’t write poetry anymore, but I wrote a poem last night.


I Remember

Today is Yom HaShoah.
Holocaust Remembrance Day.

We must remember because if we do not
who will?

On this day when we choose to remember
let us not talk
of numbers
but instead commemorate
lives.

I remember the people
lost
the dreams
whispered
the hope
undeterred.

I remember the people with stories
songs
books
picture frames.

I remember the people who
helped
hid
harbored.

I remember
Armenia
Bosnia
Cambodia
Darfur
Rwanda.

I remember pain
and anguish.
I remember hate
and horror.

I remember the tears.
I remember the countless trails of tears.

I remember the lives
while I mourn the deaths.
I honor the lives
while I lay the victims to rest.

I remember the lives they cherished.
I remember their fight to preserve
those lives.

Let us talk not only of the past
but of the hope for the future.
Let us not talk of wishes
but let us take action.

For on this day
on every day
it is not enough to remember.

We’ve promised never again
and we’ve remembered
again
and again
and again.

So let us not only talk of the past.
Let us embrace, build, demand
peace
for the future.


There is clearly work to be done.