In this week's parsha, we continue to learn about many different ways a person can be in a state that is not clean enough to approach Hashem. The priests cannot enter the holiest area if they have even a blemish. As I hold my 6-day-old baby girl in my arms, I think about the holy place I have been allowed to enter. So my question to myself is: Am I pure enough? Am I clean enough to touch something so good? She entered this world perfect - without blemish, each sigh is divine, each breath an exhalation of kedusha (holiness).
So we've been given this gift of light, goodness. We stroke her face and touch a piece of Hashem in the holiest place. We enter a space that is warm and clean and safe. This is the space of her. And she has opened herself up to us, to share with her parents a glimpse of what it is to be pure in this world.
As I look at my daughter, I thank God for showing me what it is to be fixed, to be perfect. What I want now is to be like her, to be so close to Hashem that a hint of a smile in my sleep belies a taste of truth, of connection to something that is beyond this world. As one who is so blessed, I bless us all to remember the pure place in each of us that blossomed at our births, and to let ourselves fly in that soft wind that wants to carry us back.