This year got off to a memorable start for my husband and me. Or rather, 2011 ended on a “sour” note following our respective New Year’s Eve services, for we were both stricken with a mysterious stomach …
My life is fleeting and finite and I do not know with certitude what tomorrow has in store for me. But in the transitory boundaries of my existence is the timeless flow of Amida’s life. In the finite sound of
