Every Rosh Chodesh Adar, I start feeling totally stressed out of my skin.
Corona, no Corona, masks no masks, Dr Evils, no Dr Evils, this happens anyway.
One year, 10 minutes after ‘Rosh Chodesh Adar’ began I was standing in my kitchen when I literally couldn’t breathe for one whole minute.
God was showing me that if He wants, He can snuff me out just-like-that.
It was a very profound lesson, and stopped me from being too ‘scared’ of things in this world, that I disconnect from God.
Point being (and as I’ve written about lots and lots…) I usually hate Adar, and I usually hate Purim.
I just spend two weeks feeling mega-stressed, until that spiritual ‘turnaround’ happens – and this year, it’s clearly up levels and levels.
10 minutes after Rosh Chodesh Adar began, I got into an accident.
BH, it was small, and no-one was hurt, but the front bender on the Jimny got totally bent out of shape – even though I was going at 5 km an hour.
Some kid decided to skateboard across the road just as we were all accelerating as the light turned green, so the guy in front of me did an emergency stop, and I was so close to him, I couldn’t help hitting him.
I said lots of ‘thank yous’ to Hashem that the accident I was clearly supposed to have got sweetened like that – then came home and had heart palpitations for half an hour and a big chunk of cake.
Rosh Chodesh Adar!
How could I forget?
I’m planning to take a few quiet days, to learn more guitar and do less blogging.
As and when I have more to say, I’ll be back – maybe even tomorrow, I never know how all this stuff really pans out, it’s up to God.
But in the meantime, there’s a student at Rav Arush’s yeshiva who has released an album of songs that are really uplifting, in that cool Breslov way that kind of sputtered out 2-3 years ago.
It’s good to see it coming back.
BH, it’s a portender that more things, more people, will be ‘coming back’ on the Breslov scene, too, so we can all get out of prison with them.
For non-Hebrew speakers:
The song is about how the guy wants to stay learning in yeshiva in Jerusalem, and wants to be a real tzaddik, but how the yetzer hara (and his Grandma…) are trying to pull him back to live in Rehovot.
It’s pretty funny, and has a cameo by Rav Arush.
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