As someone who finds random signs that have a spiritual significance, I had a déjà vu moment when attending a recent trip to Israel with 26 family members. We arrived on Purim and returned a few weeks before Passover. Although not as slaves crossing the desert to reach the promised land, our son became our Moses and led the way from the Golan Heights in the north to the Dead Sea in the south, along with our Israeli guide, Liran.
About 40 years ago, in 1977 I visited Israel on a UJA [United Jewish Appeal] Young Leadership family trip when our current “Moses” was 10 years old and daughters were ages 14, 12, and 6. This March, we returned with all eight grandchildren plus their parents, and other wonderful extended family members.
What liberates us has been the close relationships we’ve had over the years with the core of our family unit, starting with my husband and followed by our children. By having a safe, unconditional loving environment at home — even with hardships that occur in this journey called life — we feel secure in whatever size house we have and feel free to pursue the gifts God has granted us.
Whether the distance to travel takes 40 years in a barren desert or from one city to another, if we are fortunate enough to surround ourselves with family and people we love, and who love us in return, we are free to start and live life with a full heart and feel blessed. Dayenu.
Flora Rosefsky is a Judaic-inspired visual artist with work in institutions and private collections in Atlanta. She’s a board member of Peach State Stitchers and is on Ahavath Achim Synagogue’s AAACTS [Action and Awareness to Abolish Child Trafficking for Sex] committee.