Daily Signet

The saddest people in life are those who stroll by the bridge and don’t even remember that their true home lies beyond it. They simply wander along without realizing that they are spurning their true home: the source of rebirth, the source of strength, the source of pollen; the place of the Holy Grail. They go down the road looking at houses other people have built and decorated; advertised as places of unconditional love, of attractive power and of creature comfort—bowers of bliss, of Soma, of forgetfulness. They learn to endure the emptiness of forgetting their homes.

Ah, the terrible unfilled ache—to turn away from your true home. Lest we forget thee, oh Jerusalem. Beloved God, we give home-age to you for keeping alive our yearning for our true Temple-Home. Dayenu—We are grateful. If you had done only this, it would have been enough.

Ben Leichtling

On This Day…

Christian Yule: Medieval Germanic/Scandinavian celebration which has been absorbed into Christianity. Originally it was the time for the Yule log, and entailed the need for a Yule goat (some old illustrations show Father Christmas riding a goat...) and 13 Yule Lads. These are Santa-ish beings who, in Iceland, went about for 13 days before Christmas, finding the shoes the children placed on their window sills and filling them with treats or rotten potatoes, depending upon the child's behavior during the past year.

Count Leo Tolstoy died in 1910