Simchat Torah and the Question: Have We Learned to Be Wiser?
From the retreating hornets to the hostages coming home, a fragile relief sets in. We rewind the Torah; now we must ask if we'll read it differently. October 7th reflections — two years on.
[Welcoming wife and Neshikha co-beekeeper, Miri, in her debut post- DB]
As I sit here eating my final meal in this year’s sukkah — leftover mac and cheese, humble and comforting — I’m struck by the strange ordinary rhythm of the day. Sheets changed, mattress turned, chocolate chip cookies baked, laundry started, and food prepped for later. And then, out to the bees.


For the past few weeks, I’ve had to delegate those visits, domestic demands being louder than the hum of the hives. It’s been a rough beekeeping summer. Since April, we’ve lost half our colonies — wax moths, absconding queens, mites, or some unhappy mix of all three. At Machanaim (named in memory of the site in Transjordan, first named by Jacob when, after parting from Laban and before meeting his brother Esau, he encounters a company of angels, prompting him to exclaim, “This is God’s camp!”), I found one of the last stragglers today — a queenless hive, the final few bees still stubbornly clinging to order in a crumbling world. I combined them with a neighboring hive. Not because I’m hopeful — I’m not — but because it’s better than giving up. Better than closing the lid and letting destruction take over. Sometimes the “least bad” choice is the best one we get.
Kfar Hananiya, on the other hand, was a revelation. Three jumbo hives, all that remain after a long summer of fighting off Asian hornets. Week after week, I dreaded what I’d find. But now, with the fall chill setting in — nights dipping below 20°C — the hornets are gone. The bees were out today in full force, mellow and content, gathering pollen in the cool light. For the first time in a while, I breathed easier. A small reprieve. A moment of relief.
And today, the hostages began to come home.
It feels connected somehow — this easing of pressure, this cautious inhale. The hornets retreating, the bees rebuilding, the weather turning, the Torah scroll rewound to the beginning. We’ll start again, as we do every year. The question is: will we read it differently this time? Will we apply the lessons of what’s been revealed, or do we simply trace the same letters, the same patterns, unchanged?
Two years ago tomorrow, I walked into Beit Knesset during the mid-morning break of Simchat Torah. I remember bringing a slice of cake to an older woman who couldn’t manage the stairs. Then the murmurs began — pagers, phones, men running out — and the ordinary cracked open into the unimaginable. The nightmare began.
Two years later, we’re still turning pages, still trying to make sense of a story we didn’t write but are forced to live in. The book hasn’t changed — but have we? Have enough of us learned to be gentler, wiser, more steadfast — like those bees who, against all odds, keep rebuilding their hives?
Maybe that’s the question this Simchat Torah asks us: not whether we can start again, but whether we can start better.
Sharon Aviani, a close friend and neighbor, lost his brother, Shahar, in a fierce firefight with Hamas Nuchba terrorists from Gaza on Kfar Aza, on Oct. 7th, 2023.
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We look forward to returning to Israel near the end of this coming Pesach, hopefully!
And maybe next year to your beautiful sukkah…
We are relieved by the end of the war, knowing that peace is fragile and requires strength.
Grateful that Pres.Trump understands what’s at stake and supports Israel, democracy, western civilization, shared human values.
Love your writing about bees and life.
Sending LOVE to all your family and community. 🇮🇱❤️🇮🇱
May your hives again be plentiful so I can order more honey from them! I am looking forward to that day. Reading your Substack makes me feel as if I am there. Gorgeous Sukkah and table.