But one thing has not changed. It's Saturday night. Shabbat has ended. Sweetie and I got out the Havdalah set (the one I made years ago out of bike parts), poured a little sweet wine, lit the candle, smelled the spices, and said goodbye to Shabbat. We sang to each other and wished each other a sweet, sweet week of goodness and peace. And we did not need an organization to do that. We just did it. Because in the end, my Judaism is something I have to work out, and work at, for myself. And it's the simplest things, like welcoming Shabbat, holding it lightly and letting it go, are really helping me to keep my Judaism alive and well.
Shavua Tov -- may it be a week of goodness and peace for us all.