This is the Shabbat of rededication and dreams--Hanukkah and Parashat Miketz, in which Joseph imagines cows, ears of grain, and good and bad fortune for the land of Egypt. At services this evening the rabbi asked us to think of a dream that didn't arrive randomly in the night--one we created willingly and purposefully, of the sort that can't predict but will determine the future just the same. Close your eyes, he suggested, and rededicate that dream, re-light its candle. Maybe it got lost in the darkness. Bring it back to the light.
I had too many of these to fit in a minute, so picked one: May anything broken within me be made whole. Wishing everyone who reads this a Shabbat Shalom--a day of rest, completeness, and peace.