There are no holidays in the month of Cheshvan. No day in Cheshvan to prepare for and say this is the particular face we focus on to guide us towards what is holy now. No guide for my eyes and heart to land on to celebrate You.
It’s the mysticism of ordinariness. The mysticism, perhaps, of boringness, of this is what you get when the magic stops.
This moment.
Of pancakes and the pancreas,
Of over-reacting, of relaxing, of this un-particular face of holiness
that is totally unique to you.
Perhaps, since October 7th, a fifth generation has surfaced. Young Jews determining how (not if) Jewish tradition and beliefs will play a role in their own identity and the future identities of their children.
Given the difficult times that Israelis — and Jews worldwide — are currently living through, it can be challenging to navigate the holidays
“Too many women think their stories are not important or their voice doesn’t matter, which could not be further from the truth.”
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