By Ayala Gordesky
Ayala Gordesky resides in Israel with her husband, gorgeous daughter and not so gorgeous Boston Terrier. Nestled in the beautiful hills of Jerusalem she is enjoying her solo career as a social media marketer. She is grateful to have attracted small businesses, start-ups and even an international singer. Ayala may be reached at ayala.gordesky@gmail.com.
"You are able to see for the first time how much the tugging at your skirt is a culmination of anything and everything you have sat here for so many countless hours fervently praying for."
A DAY OF MAGIC
[Yom Kippur Reflections from a Jerusalem Mom]
Yom Kippur is a day of magic. One day when you leave all of the mundane, all the consuming crap behind and you have a glimpse of reality in it’s purest form. With the ushering in of Kol Nidrei an ominous feeling wells up and the Synagogue is completely silent with the collective realization that we are standing in the wake of something great and there is no turning back. Maybe it was just me, but the moon seemed brighter and the green in the foliage a little greener as we walked back home on that incredibly still night.
The morning ushers in new fears as the realization sets in that time is ebbing and you just lost eight or more hours on idle sleep. Prayer is interrupted again and again by the endless needs of your kids. Before the irritation can set in the veil is lifted and you are able to see for the first time how much the tugging at your skirt is a culmination of anything and everything you have sat here for so many countless hours fervently praying for. All of the sudden the gesture your child makes as she points out a dog or the leaf that gets caught in her hair are the most startlingly beautiful sites you have ever witnessed in your life.
The rest of the day flows through you with ease. Years and years of desperate struggle have passed trying to reach the depths of our hearts and pray for ourselves yet there is no effort in reaching that place when it is physically manifested right in front of us.
As the sky darkens and the magic is starting to ascend back towards its rightful place in the heavens, all moms start off the year with the same simple resolution “I just want to be good for my children."
The morning ushers in new fears as the realization sets in that time is ebbing and you just lost eight or more hours on idle sleep. Prayer is interrupted again and again by the endless needs of your kids. Before the irritation can set in the veil is lifted and you are able to see for the first time how much the tugging at your skirt is a culmination of anything and everything you have sat here for so many countless hours fervently praying for. All of the sudden the gesture your child makes as she points out a dog or the leaf that gets caught in her hair are the most startlingly beautiful sites you have ever witnessed in your life.
The rest of the day flows through you with ease. Years and years of desperate struggle have passed trying to reach the depths of our hearts and pray for ourselves yet there is no effort in reaching that place when it is physically manifested right in front of us.
As the sky darkens and the magic is starting to ascend back towards its rightful place in the heavens, all moms start off the year with the same simple resolution “I just want to be good for my children."
4 LadyMama voices:
That is one lovely post.
I enjoyed reading about her.
Just beautiful!! Says it all, Ayala!
Just beautiful! Says it all with total clarity.
I STILL love it!!
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