Havdallah - the separation that comes at the end of Shabbat
After a week of temperatures in the 90s, without air conditioning, no breeze coming through our apartment, and mosquitos attacking like death eaters run amok at Hogwarts, the end of Shabbat brought some relief. Havdallah. We light candles, drink some wine, savor the spices, and thank God for making a distinction between all manner of things: Holy and Profane, Shabbat and the rest of the week, Air Conditioning and Heat. The end of Shabbat ushered us in to the Dan Panorama Hotel for some R & R. Everyone slept through the night like exiled princes restored to their castle. Our temple trip next summer is scheduled to stay at the same hotel. So far, two thumbs up.
Class is over. Good lesson to be reviewed later. Now, we’re off either to the Western Wall tunnels or the Bloomfield Museum of Science at Hebrew University.
Shalom for now!
