My first experiences in Yeshivah were during the month of Elul.
The excitement of the coming days of Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur was tangible . . .
The desire to have a sweet new year.
In my early naivete I associated teshuvah and cheshbon hanefesh (return and spiritual account taking) with tears.
I said Al Cheit every night by Krias Shma al Hamita . . . after a few nights it was pushed off to every Thursday night . . . then at sometime later it fell off all together.
I wanted to cry.
To cry tears, thick tears soaked with bitterness over what I had done wrong.
It took me 11 months, but right before my second Elul I did cry one evening by Krias Shma al Hamita.
I cried . . . I cried, and I loved it.
Then it struck me, how can these be tears of bitterness, if I'm enjoying them so much . . .
When the king is in the field, we should be joyous . . .
2 years ago
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Beautiful.
The picture . . . the words . . .
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