Monday, September 10, 2018 9:05 AM

I get lost trying to find the Acute Care center at the House of a Hundred Grandmothers. It now has a new metal door. A nurse sees me circling around and points me in the right direction. Once again, they have invited me to sing the blessing over wine for the holiday. (Rosh Hashanah is here.) As I enter, people at the tables shush each other and call out "The rabbi is arriving!" I'm not a rabbi, but I'm pleased that they remember me. The melody for the blessing is the same as for Passover, but the words differ slightly. When I get to the final blessing, of having been granted life, sustained, and enabled to reach this moment, I look up and around while singing. The prayer is immediate and meaningful here, now more than ever.