I arrived in Jerusalem like a doe-eyed lover in a budding relationship: I wanted to be swept off my feet. I wrote then:
“They” say that “of the 10 portions of beauty that came down to the world, 9 went to Jerusalem and one to the rest of the world.” The next verse reads “of the 10 portions of suffering that came down to the world, 9 went to Jerusalem and one to the rest of the world.”
I wished then: “For today, though, world — please, let me just savor the beautiful light.”
The world has been generous with me. In December, when natural light hides early, the holidays gift us with an extra glimmer. I have always been attached to holidays, all the holidays, regardless of whether I observe them. Ramadan, Yom Kippur, Christmas, Holi — sign me up for all of them. This week, Jerusalem is aglow with the light of Hanukkah. In the candlelight, when I squint, I feel like I can see all portions of beauty that have made it into this world.