Where did the past eight days go?
I don't know - but they sure went quickly!
"If you know me at all, then surely you know that at Chanukah time I love to be PO" (in Israel). I've blogged about this before so I'll skip the explanation but, alas, this year we were "shom" (outside the Land) yet thankful for the images and videos that have filled my phone, making me feel closer to where the Chanukah lights shined their brightest.
No need to tell you that the very first news report about Chanukah this year, from the farthest corner of the globe, was far from joyous. But one particular video that came out of that tragedy might have been the most inspiring of the week. If you haven't seen it, you must:
And indeed each night our menorahs lit up some of the darkest places...
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| From the snowy peak of Har Chermon (Mount Hermon) |
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| to the far corners of Syria. |
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| In Nur El Shams (West Bank) |
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| and in Gaza. |
In Eilat, where 450 war widows and orphans were treated to a special Shabbat Chanukah:
No, we don't turn off our menorahs.
We light them with thanks and praise, with love and laughter.
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In sparkling silver
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| and dazzling designs. |
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| We eat spectacular sufganiyot |
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| and spin our dreidels non-stop. |
Every day, for eight days, we thanked and we praised the One Who makes miracles happen for us all year long. And we thank and we praise those who inspire us to keep spreading our light and those who protect us from those who wish we wouldn't. And we
Remember Jerusalem, where our menorah will soon shine brighter than any we've ever seen (photo not yet available).
As the sun sets on this 8th day of Chanukah, I'm packing up the menorahs but holding tight to their light to illuminate my path through the dark winter months and beyond. Wishing you a blessed month of Teves and a
choref ba'ree (a healthy winter).
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