I became Jewish in the spring of this year. I’m not an overtly religious person, but I enjoy the spiritual comfort of finding home in a religious framework. I’d grown up without one and started exploring Judaism after I met my husband. H is not particularly religious either, but considers himself without a doubt Jewish.
One of my favorite Jewish traditions is the mezuzah a little bit of parchment with prayers written upon it, wrapped up tight inside a small box hung on the doorpost of Jewish homes. I always feel comforted when I walk by ours, reminded that our home is a blessed one.
The first thing I noticed about this little cottage we’re staying in, in Kauai, was the mezuzah at the door post. One glance made me feel connected to the people who owned this home and the place. The words were quite fitting too: “May this home be blessed with peace and tranquility.”
That is exactly what we have found here.