Once again, a procrastinated post. But better late than not
at all, I hope. Having settled on the subject of “consolation prizes” a while back, I’ll stick with that theme and begin
with this: During the week of November 4, the anniversary of our aliyah
to Israel
16 years ago, I drove around town taking photos of the breathtaking fall
foliage. It was one of the most colorful autumn seasons in my recent memory and
I was thrilled to have the time to drink it all in. I maintain that this natural wonder, which does not occur to the same degree in Eretz Yisrael
(the land of Israel) as in parts of chu"l (outside the Land), is a consolation prize for those of us who are physically
po (here) but mentally, emotionally and/or spiritually shom
(there). You know where I’m going with that, don’t you….? So this post
will be peppered with some of the pics that Shani and I took. Please respond with your
ooohs and ahhhs.
Fast forward – and here we are again….celebrating Chanukah
in the
I see it as a consolation prize of sorts as we wait for what
life will be like when the entire world is united under G-d’s Kingship. (A Rosh Hashanah concept but applicable all year round.) And as everyone knows by now, since Thanksgivukkah won’t happen again for another seventy-thousand-some-odd years (and even that is questionable), it does offer a unique opportunity to contemplate that vision of a fantastic future.
We were planning on a festive dinner for this evening with some special guests who had to cancel on us last-minute and now we’ve got tons of food and very few people to eat it. Wanna join us? But the consolation prize in that will be the very delicious Shabbat seudah (meal) tomorrow night (wanna join us?) and having time today to compose this post instead of slaving over the stove.Although our trees are nearly leaf-less now and Thanksgivukkah is almost behind us, Chanukah will continue for another seven light-filled days. There is so much written about the power of the Chanukah flames. May we merit to tap into their holiness.
Chanukah is one of my most special times – if not, the most - to Remember
Jerusalem as it is the first holiday that we celebrated there after our
aliyah and the only holiday that we commemorate for an event that happened on holy soil; at a site so accessible to us today. That’s much more than a consolation prize and something to give much thanks about.
Wishing you a Happy Chanukah