It’s winter. Days end early and it’s dark blue-black by 6 PM. It feels like 10 PM. And even if the moon glows in the sky, it’s not for very long. The darkness lasts for many hours.
The heavy blackness weighs on me. I can’t see the end. The darkest day of the year is the day before Chanukah.
In the middle of this bleak, somber time, we kindle a simple wick. A small yellow-blue flame rises. With the oil feeding the wick, the flame burns for several hours…dispelling the long night. The flame gives me hope. Possibilities will open, and I can begin to move forward.
The journey out of the darkness starts with this small steady light.
With gratitude to Reb. Tzipora Harris and her Clarity seminars for explaining these ideas.