I’ve talked before about how all of my issues over the last two years caused me to fall horrendously down the ladder of observance. I particularly miss my Shabbats.
Shabbats in Israel were particularly special to me. I spent them usually alone with my Boy, and we’d often take some smoke on our nargila (hookah) which I know is BAD but which we found to be SO Israeli and so relaxing, to start our Shabbat. We’d listen for the Shabbat siren to sound signaling when we’d watch the Jerusalem sun begin to set and we’d light candles together. Then we’d bless the wine and challah I’d bought that day and have the wonderful meal I’d cobbled together.
I loved it. WE loved it.
Then we came back and were separated and even though eventually we were brought back together, baruch Hashem, I’d seemed to have lost everything. I was pretty much homeless and couldn’t drive. I was living in a home that I wasn’t yet comfortable in and I wasn’t comfortable with being me. I was deeply troubled and depressed. That year I couldn’t even bring myself to acknowledge the High Holy Days, much less celebrate them.
I HAVE started to feel better and I feel much more at home both in my skin and in my surroundings. I made it to Rosh Hashanah services this year and celebrated the holiday as best I could with festive meals at home but Shabbat, Shabbat has eluded me for some reason.
Oddly since Scott and I became engaged, I have stressed that it’s very important for me that he convert before we marry. So…since he was interested anyway, he has chosen to take the step now. And…given that, we are attending conversion classes together.
The topic this week was Shabbat and on the way home Scott said it was curious why sometimes I lit candles and sometimes I didn’t.
Right then and there I knew that as important as I knew it had been for Evan when was growing up (and even now – he will light sometimes when I don’t but not every week) it is now just as important for Scott’s fledgling neshama…maybe more so since he is so new to ALL of this and religion in general.
So this week I got over it. I made challah (which I HAVE been doing pretty much every week since the beginning of this year) and I baked a sour cream bundt cake for everyone to enjoy. I made chicken in the crock pot and a cholent in the other crock pot for today. We lit candles, blessed the children, blessed the wine and challah and ate together. Havdallah candles were found and grape juice placed at the ready.
I made Shabbat come and I am really glad I did. I watched the Shabbat candles glow and then fade out and I felt happy that I had tried and succeeded.
We attended services on Saturday morning and as I prayed the long lost but familiar prayers I knew they were and always would be a part of me, just like Shabbat. I just had to make them come out and just like Shabbat…they were there all the time.
I really just had to light the candles to see that and watch it glow in everyone’s faces.