Honestly, this post originally started out all about Seattle and just how beautiful the city is. The blooming flora year-round. The lush green landscapes. And the mild climate. It’s undoubtedly pretty amazing.
But I deleted all of that and started over because the thing is, what’s really most beautiful about Seattle is all the people we’ve come to know while here.
Well, while I do miss the smell of a pine tree and the sight of the twinkle lights, there are other ways to get that fix. I bought a candle and I hung some twinkle lights for Hanukkah. I’m good!
Sometimes the world seems so dark and the future so bleak.
It feels like we are so small and the rest of the world will overlook every truth and everything we do right just to say we are wrong. They will side with our enemies. No matter how much pain and suffering they cause, no matter how horrible their true essence is.
But while I was feeling pretty down about this cold and depressing truth, I realized that Hanukkah is coming up. And I wonder, what it must have been like for the Jewish people who lived during that time.
If you’d like to read more about why other women cover their hair, please see my friend Sefira’s project: https://thewraproject.com/
In traditional Judaism, women typically cover their hair once they are married. This is often attributed to the Sotah ritual described in Numbers (5:18). There are many sources on this online, which go into a lot more depth. In this post, I am just going to talk about my own personal reason, beyond the common tradition, for covering my hair.
When I first started to cover my hair, it was kind of fun. It was different and instantly I noticed a change in how people interacted with me. Suddenly I felt that people were looking at me like I was more than just appearances. I noticed that my conversations with men weren’t as friendly and seemingly flirtatious as they had sometimes seemed before.
Then as time went on, I got bored and started to panic a little. I LOVE my hair. It’s one of my best features. Every single morning I would get up, get ready for work, put my makeup on, and think, “wow I look great”. Then it would always hit me that I cover my hair. And I would get a little depressed and the rebel in me would think, what if I just didn’t cover it today?! (At this time, and even now, I could not afford a good wig (called a sheitel in Judaism) and I figured that scarfs are comfier anyway).