“In Your Light,” a Hanukkah Guest Post.

In this special Hanukkah edition, I’m delighted to share this short piece from my friend and colleague, Emily Herzlin, founder of Mindful Astoria. Emily is a writer and mindfulness teacher at Sloan-Kettering, and is writing a book on the connections between Jewish traditions and mindfulness.




Ki imcha m’kor chayyim, b’orcha nirei or

For with You is the source of life, in Your light we see light

(Psalm 36:9)



When I was a child, I loved going with my family to the special Shabbat-Hanukkah service at our

synagogue. All the families would line up their menorahs on a long table in the sanctuary in front

of the bimah (platform) and light their candles. With the sanctuary lights dimmed, the lights from

the menorahs looked like a small glimmering city. The service ended once all the candles had

burned down, which generally was about the length of a typical Reform family service, forty-five

minutes to an hour.


But one year, my parents accidentally brought long-lasting candles to the service, the no-drip

kind that burn for hours. I’ll never forget the sight of all the other candles having long melted

away, our menorah with its candles not even half way down, and all the families waiting to

charge down to the banquet hall for donuts and coffee, glaring at the menorah with the lights

that just would not go out. My parents’ disastrous misjudgment mortified me, and I pretended I

did not know them.


Looking back, this image has a different resonance for me now.


Most people are familiar with the miracle of Hanukkah, which doesn’t appear in the Torah but in

later writings: the Temple in Jerusalem had been destroyed, and there was only enough oil to

light thener tamid (the eternal flame) for one day, but the oil lasted eight days until the

Maccabees procured more oil. That is why we light the menorah and enjoy its radiance for eight

days, that’s why we eat things fried in oil like latkes (potato pancakes) and sufganiyot (jelly



But the full legend of Hanukkah, which I learned when I was older, tells of the Syrian King

Antiochus sending his soldiers to Jerusalem to take over the Temple and dedicate it to Zeus.

Antiochus made it illegal to be Jewish. Antiochus ordered the Jews to convert and assimilate to

the dominant culture, or they would be killed. A small group of Jewish rebels, the Maccabees,

rose up against Antiochus, took back the Temple, and the Jewish people were able to worship

freely once again.


I cannot hear the story of Hanukkah today without thinking of the times we are living in now. Our

government and its policies, our culture, tells so many groups of marginalized people that they

cannot be who they are, who they are is not okay, not valid, not legal. As a Jewish person living

under a Trump presidency, I wanted to hide–wear my beloved sh’ma(one of the central Hebrew

prayers) necklace tucked inside my shirt, don’t talk too loudly about Jewish topics in public, look

into moving to Canada (good thing I was about to marry a Canadian anyway, how lucky was

that?) But then one day I saw photos of my rabbi being arrested at a protest, wearing her

colorful tallit (prayer shawl), arms in plastic ties, with such a defiant, triumphant smile on her

face as they escorted her into the police van and I felt a surge of energy, inspiration, and hope.

Her light gave me light. I started wearing my sh’ma necklace outside my shirt, started talking to

more people about my Jewish practice, began studying Hebrew and leading parts of prayer

services for my Jewish community, and attended Jewish events that took place in outdoor,

public spaces. Her bravery, and the bravery of many others–my friend who is trans and is

raising funds online for her surgery, the artist in my neighborhood who writes openly about her

relationship to mental illness, a college friend who lost his mother recently who shares about his

journey with grief without trying to hide it–gives me the courage to connect more fully with all the

parts of myself.


In the story of Hanukkah, the real miracle wasn’t that the oil lasted for eight days. That part of

the legend was written even later than the story of the Jewish uprising. The miracle was the

bravery of the people who stood up to the aggression and judgment of their oppressors. It would

be so much easier to run away, to hide, to avoid, to decide it’s all too hard and just go

bingewatch The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel (okay, I’m also doing that, they’re not mutually

exclusive). But those who bravely shine their light make it possible for others to access their



The word Hanukkah means Dedication, referring to the re-dedication of the Temple to its

original intention. This year as I light the candles on the menorah, I will re-dedicate myself –to

the values I care about, to the qualities that make me who I am, to my wisdom and my suffering,

to living in my body. I will dedicate myself to inhabiting my aliveness as fully as possible, as an

offering towards others who also struggle to be who they are.


Whatever your holiday traditions, whether you celebrate holidays this time of year or not, I invite

you to take a few moments right now to pause in whatever you are doing. Close or rest your

eyes, take a few deep, centering breaths, and then ask yourself:


How do I want to dedicate myself at this time? How can I be more fully myself? How can I offer

my unique gifts for the benefit of others who struggle as I do, for the repair of the world?


Give yourself a couple of minutes, see what comes up, and notice where in your body you feel

the energy of this response. Then when you’re ready, open your eyes, and write a few key

words down somewhere where you will encounter them often, where they won’t be so easy to



Here is my Hanukkah blessing for all of us: Go ahead, you brave, wonderful candles. Shine your

light. Shine brighter and longer than is convenient for other people, for our society, for

whomever. Keep on going. Keep on being you. Keep on glowing your wisdom and compassion.

In your light, we see light.


Emily Herzlin is a Certified MBSR (Mindfulness-Based Stress Reduction) Teacher, and trained in MBSR at the University of Massachusetts Medical School. She works as a Mind-Body Instructor at Weill Cornell Medicine where she teaches meditation to patients, staff, and caregivers. She is on the teacher training faculty at the Interdependence Project, leads meditation for the Jewish spiritual community Malkhut in Queens, and is the founder and guiding teacher at Mindful Astoria, a meditation community in Astoria. She holds an MFA in Nonfiction from Columbia University.

Learn more about Emily: www.emilyherzlin.com
Learn more about Mindful Astoria: www.mindfulastoria.com or meetup.com/mindfulastoria
Learn more about Malkhut: www.malkhutqueens.org

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