I have found my niche, here, at the desk where I sit; staying connected.
Pixels appear in harmony, arranged as letters in words, forming sentences in scripture, poetry, and essays. Sometimes, appearing as colorful details in art or photography. While outside, according to the news, if I dare to read, it seems there is still no reason or rhyme in the world.
I’ll take my solitude in front of the screen, 12hrsperday, excepting Shabbos, when I seek my connection to G-d. And, the world may continue on its own, for I know that G-d is sovereign; and, despite the appearance of chaos, all is running according to His plan.
There is still a certain feeling, bittersweet in character, that pervades my existence. Unlike most, I have no recourse to seek a “new normal,” beyond my own cozy solitude. I concede, that everything seems to have fallen into place for me, as I sit, study, and pray, while awaiting the new day.
Weighed down by my cares, troubled by the ways of the world; the only recourse is to shape myself from within this swirl of emotions both dark and light, by resting my gaze upon the Creator.
To be a light unto others, as much as humanly possible even while my own flame is flickering in the wind, with hardly enough glow to light the path home.
To be lifted up upon eagles wings, to have my soul refueled from Above, to cross the narrow bridge of life, in fear and trepidation of every step along the way to freedom.
Is this the way that I imagined? Is this the life that I expected? Once becoming a new person, upon committing my life to G-d? Yet, I do not speak of joy in this life; for, surely, I can waitfor Olam Haba.
The stars spin around, at heights, above and below the earth’s equator.
On the summer solstice, the longest day of the year, the concealment of G-d’s presence is greatest (Accidental Talmudist: Summer Solstice and Judaism). While other ancient traditions mark the day of solstice in their own ways, Jewish tradition evokes the quietude of an inward reflection (Chagigah 14b). Additionally, the month of Tammuz, that always occurs around this time, is a time of introspection, as we prepare to mourn the destruction of Jerusalem, and the subsequent loss of the Temple(s).
Interestingly, the summer has already begun, according to the religious calendar of prayer, whereas the liturgy demarcates only two seasons: summer and winter, encompassing two seasons each, out of the four observed on the civil calendar. On the first day of summer, on the liturgical calendar, the Tefillat Tal (Prayer for Dew) is recited. This always occurs on the first day of Passover in the Spring (according to the four seasons model).