She doesn't actually go out of the circle: Hani Weinroth, may God have mercy on her, was a one-time character.

December 1, 2017   

Last Wednesday, I spoke on the phone with a respected person who asked to meet with me about some matter. I said that I might not be able to hold the meeting, since I was planning to go to the funeral of Hani Weinroth, may God have mercy on her. He didn't know the character and was curious about who she was. While I mentioned that I had never met her or even seen her, I said, not knowing where the image came from: "Once upon a time there was Hani the circler, she was Hani the circler." And somehow, after the immediate play on words, it still hits home, doesn't it? It really suits her rare character, devoid of edges. Although I know her story and a few of her letters, I dedicated today, partly because I couldn't attend her funeral in the end, a period of time to watch interviews with her. And I imagined her, a young woman standing so still, and precisely in the pouring rain, when her world darkened before her and a terrible horror was falling, and she was rolling a cake around herself and didn't move from there until the gates of heaven opened for her, the gates of will and acceptance of judgment and the meaning of existence, until the very A tiny sun suddenly emerges and draws her destination. And she begins to walk and she doesn't actually leave the circle she has drawn around her, the circle also joins and walks with her, expanding around her more and more on a long journey, indefinite or limited in time, in which every step is the first and every moment is also the last. And all the time more and more people join her and follow her, circling her and with her. How round and happy and light and hope and faith she has brought into the world since she began her miraculous journey. How many faces she has rounded into smiles, how many squares and piercing spikes she has managed to round against all odds. I think that Chani Weinroth was a one-time character, precisely because she is not a one-time and fleeting episode. Precisely because she is ours and at eye level and within touching distance. Precisely because she did not invent anything, but managed in her small and determined way to present a vivid and reasoned interpretation, and again, so round and soft to the world of faith that we were born into. I think we were privileged to live in the generation she lived in. That we should learn from her And her. Let our children read her writings, tell about her. Continue in our own small and unique way on the journey she began, in which every step is the first and every moment is the last. And most of all, be much, much more rounded. • From Haim Grillek's Facebook page