"We’ve come to chase away the darkness, carrying light and fire in our hands…" goes the modern Israeli song. Hanukkah is a time to celebrate the tiny miracle of oil and light, and the spirit of the Jewish people fighting to preserve our identity throughout the course of history.
When I think about Hanukkah, the theme that resonates most deeply is that of translation. As a child, I wholeheartedly bought into the idea that Hanukkah was a sort of Jewish Christmas… and not just because of the presents.
Happiness. We all want and seek it and yet this elusive emotion is so difficult to attain—and even more difficult to sustain.
The legends we pass on to our children teach us about the possibility of miracles all around us—each and every day.
At this time of year, I like to be outside while the sun sets. When the days are short, there is something especially lovely about witnessing light fade.