Happy Am I
The month of Shevat arrives quietly, in the deep stillness of winter. Trees stand bare. Branches hold no visible fruit. To the untrained eye, nothing seems to be happening. And yet—life is moving under the surface. Beneath the frozen ground, roots are active. Sap begins to rise. Strength gathers where no one can see it. In the Land of Israel, Shevat marks the first stirring of awakening, even…
















