Can I do it?
Will you say those weird words?
What is it about a flame that speaks to our souls? The Chanukkah blessings are the only Hebrew I know. I’ve always loved the third blessing, spoken only on the first night, which thanks God for sustaining us and enabling us to reach this season. This season. I love the tacit acknowledgment. The bold, plain admission that nothing, No Thing At All, is permanent. We’re in but another season of our lives.
I hope you have many blessings to count tomorrow and few losses to tally. I hope any empty spaces at your table are filled in your heart. I hope you have plenty of wine and not much whine.