And So It Begins....

Turning Back to Bereishit

The Torah ends not with triumph, but with ache.
Moses stands on the far side of the Jordan, looking out at the land he will never enter. His eyes are undimmed, his strength unabated, and yet, his journey is complete.
The last words of Devarim are words of ending: a life’s work concluded, a story that seems to pause on the edge of longing.

And then, before the grief can settle, we roll it all the way back.
From Moses’ death to “In the beginning.”
From the edge of the wilderness to creation.
From a world waiting for redemption to a world not yet broken.

That’s the rhythm we live inside: the refusal to let endings be final.
Even as we finish the Torah, even as the long cycle of holidays closes, we start again.
We open Bereishit this week carrying both exhaustion and fragile hope: for prayers for peace, for finally seeing the last of those still held captive, for a true and lasting ceasefire to take hold. For a world where destruction subsides and creation can once again take its turn

We begin again not because the world is fixed, but because it isn’t.
Not because everything has healed, but because we are called to keep creating, to keep believing that light can emerge again from darkness.

This Shabbat we return once more to when chaos was just a canvas and darkness an overture for light.

And so it begins.