In my last post, I said we were finding our rhythm, but when rhythm becomes too predictable, it becomes monotonous. What punctuates your rhythm?
Make an heirloom menora drip tray! Light the lights. Feel the hope. Watch the wax drippings build up over time as a symbol of our yearly return to this enduring human gesture: the desire to bring ever-more light into the darkest of days, when our weary souls need it most.
Every person has roots; celebrate yours, your spouse's, and whichever of humanity's move and inspire you. Perhaps most importantly, know why you do what you do. My dear friends, you are free to choose. Feel empowered. You can have your latkes and eat them too.
If, or rather, when, they leave us, it doesn't mean they love us any less. And perhaps it means we come to love them even more.
It is the new year, as celebrated by some of our ancestors. One more journey around the sun. Time to take stock.