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Rain.
The trees shed their coats of snow…uncovering remains of last season’s color.
Imagine the strength? To survive? To endure?
To shine bright in spite?
Tonite - we light the first candle.
We sing. We eat latkes. We spin dreidels.
We celebrate a miracle.
A single drop of oil burned for eight days long.
Like the trees in winter.
We are.
Rooted. Strong.
We bend in the wind. We do not break.
We carry on.
It’s been days - maybe weeks - since I’ve seen the sun.
The trees and their branches appear bare.
The landscape - feels as if it’s lost all its glow.
Surrender.
Just be.
Simply notice without needing anything more or other.
It is.
And in that moment of acceptance - I stopped.
To look and see again.
Same eyes. A changed mind.
A different vision.
Sweet November.
Spirited…beautiful…full of unexpected energy and color.
Late in the season…late in the day…in the cold and wet October fog.
She - somehow - surprised me.
Her endearing smile.
Her undaunted courage.
Her strength and - seeming - resilience.
Maybe she climbed all the way up and over that big hill just to remind me.
I’m still here.
We all are.
And again - I found comfort in the familiar
We carry on
Hineini