BH, my husband’s foot is finally starting to turn the corner.
I’ll probably write more about what big tests we’ve been having over the last two weeks, and all the different stuff we’ve been doing, including on the teshuva front, to try to deal with it all.
Right now, I’m still pre-occupied nursing my husband back to full health, God willing, and trying to regain some of the ‘order’ in my life that feels like it got hit by a hurricane the last two weeks.
Rabbenu front-loaded stuff for us, I have no doubt, so we could make a lot of teshuva and ‘sweeten’ the rest of the year right when the doors of teshuva were open the widest.
For sure, all this will end up only being for the good, but it’s still been a very stressful and tiring process on so many levels.
In the meantime, I had another ‘meaningful dream’ yesterday, and the very short version of it is this:
I was a guest in some family’s massive house for Shabbos – they were Americans, but I didn’t know them – with lots of kids of various ages.
Somehow, I managed to smear paint, or something, all over the expensive furnishings, and I was so embarrassed I ran upstairs to try to hide from all the anger I was expecting to get from the baalat habayit when she saw what I’d done, albeit accidentally.
In the meantime, she found me, and she started telling me, in a very gentle way, that she had a really good idea for how all that paint could get permanently cleaned up, off the furniture.
Just was I was standing there, amazed at her kindness and patience with me, the sky went a really weird colour, and what looked like massive ‘people’ riding on all sorts of massive metal shapes – I think they were currency symbols, like dollars, yen etc – started kind of bobbing down from the sky.
Everyone in that family started yelling:
It’s simanin for Moshiach!!! It’s simanin for geula!!!
It for sure looked very weird, but even in the dream I was still feeling very cynical, and that it’s probably just some sort of hologram, to fool the masses, or something.
Until one of these things actually hit me in the head, and I got told:
See, it IS real!
And then I woke up.
Make of this what you will, but in hitbodedut today, I got the idea to share it.
BH, I am still figuring out what I want to do with the blog going forward, it may continue the way it has been the last few years, or I may take it in a different direction, I still don’t know.
But the priority is to get my husband fit again, with God’s help, so until that’s in the bag, I don’t really have time or inclination to do a lot of writing.
But, let me just remind you that tonight is the yarhtzeit of Rebbe Nachman of Breslov.
The Rav is holding a big gathering, with dancing, around Ido HaNavi, starting around 7pm (remember, all this is Israeli time….)
And there will also be a lot of dancing happening in Rav Shalom Arush’s succah on Shmuel HaNavi St.
But if you can’t make those, light a candle for the Tzaddik, find yourself something yummy to eat, and sit in the sukkah at home and do a bit of singing and dancing, in the zchut of Rabbenu.
Heaven knows, we need that singing and dancing more than ever, this year.
PS: Remember what the Rav said about everyone needing to be out of Ukraine by Simchat Torah?
Looks like this could only be the beginning or things amping up in the country again: