Once I went to the mountains to find God in the mist. How perfect it was that I arrived in the darkness, the mountains hidden behind the mask of night. And I walked from the small plane and felt the cold air, sharp like a slap. I of course was startled. And the million stars laughed at my foolishness. And I did not need to wait for the dawn and the morning mist, because though the darkness was absolute, so was my capacity to see. And I suddenly witnessed a shift, a great willingness to be carried away from my busy-disinterested-uninspired self. And before I even left the tarmac to claim my luggage, I had all that I needed.
Rabbi Karyn Kedar, Omer: A Counting
Baruch Ata Adonai Elo-hei-nu me-lech ha-olam a-sher ke-d-sha-nu b- mitz-vo-tav, v-tzi-va-nu al s-fi-rat ha-omer.
Praised be you Adonai our God who rules the Universe instilling within us the holiness of mitzvot by commanding us to count the Omer. Today is the thirty-third day – four weeks and five days of the Omer.