It's just another week in Israel. For me it was a week of non-stop nightly meetings. No joke, I was booked up every night from Saturday through Thursday. Two dinners, a class, a concert, a neighborhood security meeting, a meeting for a new school getting off the ground all took place this week. To my dismay, a cold took root and my sinuses told the rest of my body that the concert and school meeting would have to be abandoned for an early bedtime. The kids were amazing, helping out with dinner and our little guy's bedtime.
The shabbos guests scheduled for this weekend give me additional incentive to get better. My culinary skills are being called up to battle, and battle they will. Soup, chicken, meatloaf and bow ties with cabbage are mere scattered ingredients at this point, as they lie in waiting in the fridge and on the counters, ready for further orders. It is so cloudy today that not a speck of blue sky can be seen over the green canopy of our carob tree. The wind chimes are singing softly in the breeze. It is a perfect day for cooking up a shabbos feast.
I await the plumber's arrival to repair the faucet that broke right off midway. I look forward to the day of peace, the only respite from a week's worth of chaos, that graces our home and our community each week. The laundry will wait, the technology silenced, and we will be forced to speak with one another for an entire 25 hours. Imagine that. Not a text, not a Facebook post, not even a single Tweet.
They say that it is not the Jewish people who have kept the shabbat throughout the generations, rather it is the shabbat that has kept the Jewish people.
Shabbat shalom everyone :)
The shabbos guests scheduled for this weekend give me additional incentive to get better. My culinary skills are being called up to battle, and battle they will. Soup, chicken, meatloaf and bow ties with cabbage are mere scattered ingredients at this point, as they lie in waiting in the fridge and on the counters, ready for further orders. It is so cloudy today that not a speck of blue sky can be seen over the green canopy of our carob tree. The wind chimes are singing softly in the breeze. It is a perfect day for cooking up a shabbos feast.
I await the plumber's arrival to repair the faucet that broke right off midway. I look forward to the day of peace, the only respite from a week's worth of chaos, that graces our home and our community each week. The laundry will wait, the technology silenced, and we will be forced to speak with one another for an entire 25 hours. Imagine that. Not a text, not a Facebook post, not even a single Tweet.
They say that it is not the Jewish people who have kept the shabbat throughout the generations, rather it is the shabbat that has kept the Jewish people.
Shabbat shalom everyone :)
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