As I climbed onto the couch to make the post-service announcements at Newcomers Shabbat way back in September, I was beaming. At that point, I had been living at the Moishe/Kavod House for just several weeks, and I had not yet experienced what it is like to have 75 people crammed into your upstairs living room. I looked around the room, not only welcoming our guests to the community, but into my new home.
For me, a meaningful Shabbat is all about what happens in the hours leading up to services and the potluck. My roommates are respectful of the "rules" I've established for Friday afternoons. First off, there is no talk of Moishe/Kavod business and second, kitchen dwellers must be mellow. With all chaos left at the front door, the kitchen becomes a place of catching up with friends while cooking to the music of the Weepies and Girlyman. By the time Margie and I light candles, I have embodied a sense of calm that stays with me throughout the hecticness that exists for a housemate at a MHBOS Shabbat potluck, and I am able to enjoy our spirited services, greet new guests, hang out with friends, and go to bed with a smile on my face at the end of the night.
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