Evening Tuv,
I just lit our menorahs on the last night of Chanukah. Each night, as I lit the candles and chanted the prayers I felt a blast of joy- a pure blast of Tuvia.
Take a Look
I wish life could be that way all the time- a pure blast of Tuvia joy, but for now, my love, you r empty chair gets in my way.
A Slice of Marble Rye Bread
When I was a kid, I loved: marble rye bread, marble halavah, marble pound cake, even the marbleized custard. I loved the combination of colors and flavors and as I thought about this weekend, maybe it’s been since you left in August, maybe life has been a slice of marbleized life.
As much as I loved contrasting flavors in rye bread and pound cake, the contrasting emotions of sadness and joy are much more challenging.
I keep trying to write about this marbleized weekend but it’s a mush of a story. I think the images have to tell my story for now.
Love you, Miss you,
Bonnie S.
You’ve found a perfect metaphor, marbleized, not quite separate, but almost, still mixed. I love the picture of you by the river. Is that the river you see? How lovely it is, and you in front. Although so sad, it feels like these eight days of Hanukkah have done you some good. I’m glad.
It’s hard to tell how it’s going, how I’m doing… It’s just hard
Marble bread indeed- do many contrasts in all the photographs. Glad you were there for the little ones, though, and still part of that tradition.
Crazy two days but life rich
Sometimes the words just have to stay within. What a whirlwind of a weekend for you!
Seems like that’s the norm. I freak out if there’s an empty space in the calendar