The Purim Ramble:
This week the Kovals were very tired. We did not have time to straighten up the family room each evening before bed. When an anonymous family member got up in the middle of the night with the baby, s/he tripped over some toys. It was an incredibly spiritual moment, absent of any anger or impatience.
The next morning I went grocery shopping. My, what opportunities awaited in the produce aisle. Grapes or none this week? Purple or green? These are the decisions laden with mystical implications.
When our daughter Miriam got her drivers' license, another major arena of moral choice beckoned. To post on Facebook or not? To let her know it would be posted on Facebook or not? To post on Ruchi's account, Sruly's account, or the JFX account? The struggle, the identification of the choice box have all been extraordinarily meaningful and ramble-worthy.
Tonsillitis was an fascinating encounter with our own mortality and human imperfection. Truly, the existence of a germ we can't see, smell, or feel, exists as merely a paradigm of our perception of the Divine.
Truly, depth lurks on every corner...
May it be a wonderful Purim for all!
