Cracking Joy: A Meditation on the Shift between Zman Simhateinu and Shemini Azeret

My joy is not  

Sunset.
Serendipity.
The tallest height 
Or the ripest tree.
But rather, a presence that bursts forth from the emptiness. 
Unconcerned about the fill of my cup
And committed to being a blessing that grows and pushes up through the cracks, every single day.
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