And on and on...

And on and on and on...

Will I ever grow accustomed

 to watching him gasp for breath 

within minutes of any kind of exertion?

Will I?

Just when I think tears are slowing down 

and less flood forecast on the horizon,

 here they come, 

without a centimeter of notice,

 and flash flooding is upon me.

These are the days of comfort in Judaism. 

They began Sunday evening. 

The 7 weeks of comfort.

Comfort.

I have always looked forward to these days every year. 

But a few years back, things felt like they were falling apart 

during the comfort weeks.

Call me ‘not very bright’ 

as I just could not understand 

WHY? 

are things so upside down and sad? 

‘It wasn’t like that the year before

 and the year before before and on and on...so 

WHY?’ I say in my heart to the King of the universe.

And then the thought comes to me....

how can I know comfort

if I do not know suffering? 

Comfort would be

an enigma.

I am a big fan of comfort. 

Not so much suffering.

But they go together;

a package deal;

blue light special.

But I have learned,

where there is suffering, 

comfort is close by.

And so I wish for myself, 

my peeps,

and to all of you, 

far and wide;

 to you and to yours 

and to their ‘yours’ 

and on and on...

COMFORT.

May it wrap us up, 

gather us close,

and whisper

comforting words.

May it be so.

May it be.

XO

Shelli