Baruch Hashem, it was a very meaningful Yom Kippur at Chez Mizrachi. And, thanks to learning physically sensible preparations over the years, the fasting was not difficult.
Following Yom Kippur, the minhag is to show Hashem how determined we are to change our natures by starting the morning prayers a bit earlier, and to be scrupulous about keeping other mitzvot and "new year's resolutions." Walking off the weight is, as ever (sigh), high on the list of physical corrections we are working on. In keeping with this custom, I arose at 5:30, davened, and then accompanied the Dearly Beloved on his earlier-than-usual walk to the Beit Knesset. After dropping him off, I continued our usual walking route, stopping at the makolet to pick up sufficient milk and cereal to feed the starving hordes.
Please join me for a bit of our very lovely morning walk.
We are sweetly conscious of the fact that there are only a few days left to say the bracha "Morid HaTal," thanking Hashem for bringing the dew.
A fork in the road. Shall I take the road less traveled?
Not today. I think I'll take the path that allows for more steps on the trusty pedometer.
(Part of the fitness plan, to be followed by a healthy breakfast of yogurt, fresh fruit, and that cup of coffee I've resisted for over a week!)
Passing Jews on their way to Shachrit, I share in the warm greeting which may not be unique to Neve Daniel (though I have yet to hear it anywhere else):
"Boker tov!" (Good morning!)
"Boker ohr!" (Loosely translated as "Morning light!" Quite the nicest exchange I've heard.)
And then the final ha'na'ah of the morning walk: seeing the brothers on their way to morning prayers.
Thank you, Hashem. Around all of my doubts and questions -- most of them about myself -- life is good.
!ברוך שם כבוד מלכותו לעולם ועד
Blessed be the name of His glorious kingdom for ever and ever!
Beit Knesset: synagogue
Makolet: "corner grocery"
Starving Hordes: your brothers, Sam
Shachrit: morning prayers