Thank you Sarah Techiya and Ariel

I feel a little silly adding to the mountains of words, of blessings to you, of deep feelings your beautiful wedding evoked in so many thousands around the world.

I know that I was mesmerized by your story of deepest pain and resolute strength.  Visiting my elderly father over Thanksgiving vacation, I had lost track that the time of the wedding was approaching. A whatsapp from my son in Jerusalem that the chuppah was underway and the Daled Bavos, the deep and soulful Alter Rebbe’s Nigun was being sung, had me running to open my laptop.

There you stood, as rabbis said blessings. Beautiful in your youth, your earnestness, your brokenness, your radiant strength.  Your brave mother, willing to share her most intimate joy and anguish with her people, literally there with her from all over the globe. I was mesmerized.

I couldn’t get enough. Your faces as you sang cried prayed Eim eshkachaych Yerushalayim…

G-d in Heaven, look at these children, look at this nation.

And others had the same reaction. Your faces were with me the long trip home, the images of the wedding nourishing something deep within me.  Then on Shabbat, I visited a neighbor, not one to usually hang out on the computer like I do way too much.  Did you see the wedding, she asked. She told me how she too hung on every image and couldn’t get enough. It touched her, moved her, buoyed her.

There are those people, those times, those images— that are the core of who we are. The core of our perplexing, astonishing, searing, difficult, magnificent Jewish mission; Jewish soul.

And this was one. Rock bottom blistering pain and soaring spiritual vigor and beauty. There was this sense of destiny and of—yes. Oh, yes. This is who we are. This is what we are.

Thank you for sharing this intense experience with us all. For helping us reconnect with a yesod, a foundation, with this invincible, pure, and transcendent core.

May you and we, your family Am Yisrael and all the wounded and bereaved draw strength from this encapsulated, compounded, atomic taste of who and what our essence is, and unfurl and realize this power in our daily lives;

lives of wholeness and goodness, kindness and healing,  the deepest connection with each other and Hashem;

with that sweetness we tasted that magic night, that we yearn for, revealed in its fullness:

“May there be heard in the streets of Jerusalem the voice of joy and celebration, the voice of the groom and the bride.”

About the Author
Miriam Karp is a writer, artist, and lecturer, trying make light with her husband and family from their corner of the world, Cincinnati, Ohio. She is the author of Painting Zaidy's Dream: memoir of a searching soul and shares her thoughts often on