
The Divine Us – A Poem for Sukkot
I heard Kol Nidre on a viola tonight…


May this Sukkot be a time of joy for all of us, and may the sheer beauty of this holiday enable us to feel that joy.

Far from merely being a fragrant, ornamental lemon, the etrog has a colorful, secret history that is as fascinating as its aroma is intoxicating.




At a citrus farm near Rehovot in Israel, a fifth-generation etrog grower is upset about a boycott, of sorts, of Israeli goods.
We had to cross the gorge, and the only way was to walk single file on a narrow concrete gutter, maybe a foot wide, that bridged the two cliffs. Below us was a long, perilous drop onto the rocky depths.
The Bnei Menashe community of northeastern India will celebrate Sukkot this year with lulavs and etrogs sent from Israel.




