Ripple in Still Water

          We are up early this morning helping to prepare for the last days of Pesach. No there is no seder, no Hagadah. No special foods. Yet the two mantras that constitute the observance of a Jewish holiday remain poignant: 1) Eat, Sleep, Pray, Eat, Sleep, Pray. and 2) They tried to kill us, We won. Let's Eat.  However, there is always another aspect to the final days of any Chag including Pesach: Remember -Zachor. The idea of Zachor has been something we have been invoking as we have said Yaaleh V'Yavoh every morning in in the Shacharit Mincha, Maariv Amidah as well as in the Birkat Hamazon. We have been asking God to remember us. as a people and a nation.  We have been asking God to remember his covenant with us.           My wife showed me something on youtube called " Saturday Night Seder ". It is a fundraiser for the CDC- The Center for Disease Control. Certainly, there were parts I did not particularly find tasteful,...

          Well, today we all prepare for our second Shabbat living a life of Shelter in Place.  It is also the first day of the Month of Nisan. In terms of time, the week is drawing to a conclusion and culminating in Shabbat.  Among the rituals that occur at our Shabbat Dinner table includes blessing the children. With our eldest in Boston, my Bracha for her usually occurs by sending a WhatsApp message right before Shabbat, blessing her and reminding her how proud I am of her. For the children who are home with us,  I offer them a blessing, kiss them and then they walk over to Mom who kisses them as well. At the conclusion of the ritual, we ask our children to reflect upon the week that passed and share an example of something good that they experienced or something they are proud of.  We instituted this little ritual as a way of getting our children to reflect on the past and to "count their blessing".  However today is also Rosh Chodes...

            As I watched the sunrise this morning, clear, crisp,  with the sky changing from a dark blue to a magnificent sky blue (or as my mother who grew up in North Carolina would say "Carolina Blue" in reference to her the University of North Carolina Tar Heels), I thought about what had transpired last night and what I was about to do this morning.  Last night, when Shabbat ended, one of our teenagers prepared for the Havdalah service. She poured a cup of wine, took out a special multi wicked candle, and a spice box filled with cloves and cinnamon. I looked outside into the night sky and saw the requisite three stars we began. The final blessing of the that very short yet incredibly spiritual service concludes with the Bracha: Baruh Atah Adoshem Elokeinu Melech Ha'Olam, Hamavdil Bein Kodesh L'Chol, Bein Or L'CHoshech Bein Yisroel L'Amim Bein Yom HaShvii L'Sheshet Yemei HaMaaseh. Baruch Atah Adoshem HaMavdil Bein Kodesh L'Chol - Praise are yo...