Since I saw you the first time

Since I saw you the first time, during those short but long instants when you were learning to tell between water and air I knew I would have changed my belief system. I stopped complaining with G-d about the clear and understandable miracles He used to create for His nation while crossing the Red Sea. While in our times you should be able to remember His hand looking at the perfect syncronization of moon and sun. It’s unfair, I used to complain. How can we go on and proclaim all the world You are there, without having concrete proofs at our hands. Some secret cards to throw on that table game that is life, when everything seems to go against your convictions. Then you arrived.With that reddish color and slow voice. With pain mixed to joy, tears to hope, a new world compared to the existing one. A new creation born from prayers and love. You were there. With a white wrapping which reminded an envelope. On which there could be a stamp. Miracle on its way. And you, my little baby, arrived in my arms. Now, after two months, when you are embraced from your mummy far away from me, your grandma, and I can still smell the trace of your presence in my kitchen. After you left and the signs of the wheels of your carriage are still on the floor of my dining room. Now I find the brightness of ideas to declare to myself and the world that yes, you are the proof that open miracles are still happening every single instant and day. From the height of your infancy, like you were sitting on a throne made of breaths and voice which did not exist a few minutes earlier, you were a great teacher. Thank you my little Baby. I love you with all my heart. Oma

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Happy purim, the feast of natural miracles…

Good morning world, says the voice of the lady while singing her preferred song. And naturally breathing to take some air in her lounges. Have a nice walk, wishes the mother to the son. And naturally walking he approaches his new goal. What a wonderful sight, says the tourist when hit by the blue of the sky mixing with the blue of the sea. And naturally using his eyes, stops the magic moment on a camera. I love you so much, whispers the young husband to his newly married wife. And naturally feeling his accelerated heartbeat, hopes that these feelings will never stop to exist. Hello world, announces the blogger moving his fingers fast on the keyboard. And naturally connecting memories, knowledge, inspiration and neurons to the words running on the screen where he is writing. Let’s make a party, says Achashverosh, and bring my wife too. The queen doesn’t want to appear. And naturally the king orders to kill her immediately. Find me a new queen, commands the king realizing he is alone. All the girls of the kingdom are brought to him. And naturally he chooses Esther, whose Jewish identity is not revealed. Haman becomes the most important minister of Achashverosh reign. everybody must bow him. But Mordechai doesn’t want to. And naturally Haman thinks it would be good to get rid of him. And, why not, even of all the Jewish people. Mordechai sends a message to Ester telling her she is the only chance of salvation.And who knows if it was only for this that you happened to be the queen. Esther is afraid to go and ask Achasverosh to save her brothers and sisters.She goes anyway. And naturally Achashverosh listens to her requests though it was thirty days he was not seeing her and though she was fasting since three days.We wake up in the morning and we take everything for granted, the fact we are breathing, that we are able to see, to walk, to feel, to think, to exist. There is such a day in which we rejoice for natural events. It is called Purim. And it reminds us that all those tiny, insignificant, usual, things, are never by chance. That Achashverosh could get married with the girl just behind Esther. That Mordechai could be in the synagogue instead of being there in the exact moment and hear the complot against the king. That Haman could remain an insignificant deputy. Instead of becoming the most important king minister. That the king could see the greenish face of Esther, due to three days of prayer and fast. Instead of giving her the chance to go and speak to him. Purim is the feast of natural miracles. Of small, insignificant, unnoticed facts, that happen in the most natural way. Soprannatural events, that bring, seemingly by chance, to the salvation of the Israeli nation. And to the daily existence of biliards of people. This is Purim. The day in which nature is asked to remove its mask and reveal the hand of G-d behind every event. From the tiniest one to the most magnificient and unbelievable natural fact.

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