3/10/08

fiddler on the roof.

last night i was singing to nina as she was washing dishes and i was drying them. i was singing to her, jerusalem, city of gold, in hebrew. i told her that i sing this lulling, soothing piece to huxley, my almost 6 year old son, to fall asleep to. an hour or so later, nina started singing, tradition, from fiddler on the roof. her song took me to the gathering place of an old, small village somewhere beyond our realm. in the gathering place was a man playing an accordion and a woman singing and clapping along with their music. other folks began to gather around to share, sing and clap with such intense joy, focus, excitement and peacefulness. this was so beautiful to feel, and so overwhelming and heart-warming. while nina and i were washing and drying dishes, the fiddler on the roof stood precariously on his perch, she sang, he played and we shared in our gathering place. tradition, tradition!

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