I return to the family, soon to be refugees, travelling in the dark of the year to pay taxes, to be counted in the census, the advanced state of pregnancy of one young mother notwithstanding. I contemplate this family in ceramic and wood, in sculpture and
I am moved by your story of returning to your family after such a long absence, the nativity gifted to you and your siblings, and mostly the realization that some of us live in a world of great, though humble privilege, where so many have so little and lost so much. May our good deeds in our corner of the world, our mitzvah, help to be part of the healing of this very fractured world - tikkun olam.
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I am moved by your story of returning to your family after such a long absence, the nativity gifted to you and your siblings, and mostly the realization that some of us live in a world of great, though humble privilege, where so many have so little and lost so much. May our good deeds in our corner of the world, our mitzvah, help to be part of the healing of this very fractured world - tikkun olam.