Having worked in television for quite some time, I am used to watching
content online or on TV and wondering how it was made, and what it was
like to be there during the production, often even wishing I might have a
job working on it.
Tonight,
what I was watching online was not a television show, but live streamed
Shabbat services at the temple where I am a member. Sitting at the desk
in my apartment, I was suddenly transported to a different place, out
of the mundane preparing of dinner and picking up of dirty socks and
into a room filled with song and celebration and community.
I have been in that room live. There have been times when schedules
worked out and circumstances fell together, and I was there, among
friends and strangers, absorbing the sights and sounds and feelings. Tonight,
on a night when circumstances did not come together, I was able to be
be there, differently, but there nonetheless. And for that hour, I
really felt a part of it.
It's one thing to watch video and think that your greatest wish would be
to have a job working on what you're watching. But to watch video, and
be brought along as if you really were there, is a wish I never even
thought to wish for. And a very lovely gift for a Friday.
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