Monday, May 14, 2018

New Life



I suspect that many of us are feeling an undercurrent of fear and foreboding these days.  No matter your political persuasion, there is a lot to worry about.  For me it's a constant battle to be positive and hopeful.  My non-negotiable morning meditations have been a lifesaver in that regard.

And Bill and I are so fortunate to have both new and young life in our family.  I'd forgotten just how small and helpless a baby is as well as how insistent they can be when something is needed!


I love this photo of my son-in-law: his face is full of joy, contentment and pride.  Often I am deeply moved by the love he and Emily show each other and their 2 young sons.

Eight days after Ari's birth a bris was held.  This ancient ritual linked Ari to his ancestors from centuries past.  Beautiful prayers were said, including my favorite which asked that the world be a better place because of Ari. Isn't that something we should all wish for ourselves?  Many treasured keepsakes were part of the bris, including crystal candlesticks that belonged to my grandmother.


Here's Zev watching the mohel as she prepares to perform the circumcision.  He seemed a little uneasy that afternoon, but a trip to get an ice cream with Nana seemed to help.

When the weight of war, ugly words, poverty, pollution and politics weigh me down I think of my responsibility to future generations.  And I do what I can, as I soak up every bit of love and hope from these two little boys.