Chag Pesach Sameach. Happy Passover, the celebration of freedom and of rebirth, of spring. Spring is so beautiful. There are flowers and blossoms everywhere. The days are longer and warmer (even though we had some late-season frosts). I hear baby birds in their nests on our evening walks.
These messages are written a few days before they are published – and our situation changes constantly. If I write something here, by Friday it could all be different. All I know is what is constant. What is constant? Us. We have each other even if our method of communication is new.
We can’t gather at Shul, so we log in to Online Shabbat and Online Learning and Online Seder. We make the best of it. From a strictly personal perspective, there is a huge silver lining to this. My children are all grown and scattered from Southern California to the Intermountain West. We did not have the opportunity to have Thanksgiving or Hanukkah together last year, and weren’t going to meet for Pesach either. Now we are going to have an Online Seder together.
So maybe this is a chance to appreciate what we do have. To reflect. Or maybe this is something to just grit our teeth and somehow survive without the pressure of having to self-improve. Either one is ok. But it does help to look at the history of the Jewish people. Somehow we have survived horrors much worse than this.
So Happy Pesach everyone. Speaking for myself again, I think four glasses of wine just might be something to celebrate.
It’s hard to be grateful these days, but then again let’s try. Or as Yoda said “There is no try. Do or not do.” Do be grateful.
From the President – April 9, 2020
April 9, 2020 by tbhrich •
Chag Pesach Sameach. Happy Passover, the celebration of freedom and of rebirth, of spring. Spring is so beautiful. There are flowers and blossoms everywhere. The days are longer and warmer (even though we had some late-season frosts). I hear baby birds in their nests on our evening walks.
These messages are written a few days before they are published – and our situation changes constantly. If I write something here, by Friday it could all be different. All I know is what is constant. What is constant? Us. We have each other even if our method of communication is new.
We can’t gather at Shul, so we log in to Online Shabbat and Online Learning and Online Seder. We make the best of it. From a strictly personal perspective, there is a huge silver lining to this. My children are all grown and scattered from Southern California to the Intermountain West. We did not have the opportunity to have Thanksgiving or Hanukkah together last year, and weren’t going to meet for Pesach either. Now we are going to have an Online Seder together.
So maybe this is a chance to appreciate what we do have. To reflect. Or maybe this is something to just grit our teeth and somehow survive without the pressure of having to self-improve. Either one is ok. But it does help to look at the history of the Jewish people. Somehow we have survived horrors much worse than this.
So Happy Pesach everyone. Speaking for myself again, I think four glasses of wine just might be something to celebrate.
It’s hard to be grateful these days, but then again let’s try. Or as Yoda said “There is no try. Do or not do.” Do be grateful.
We are what we do.