forget fleshing sugar highs

forget fleshing sugar highs... those serve one purpose: crash et la shluff. not gonna bother entering a profound discourse on the shidduch system either [unless someone is going to start that] mostly, cuz i'm not really sure that i know what i'm talking about [uh... crossing the personal plane that is ;) ].
thought i'd share a beautiful moment i had today. Yuda and i went bowling as per our usual sunday session. for once, i beat him [mostly cuz of my lucky green polka-dot sox] and got two bowling pencils as a souvenir [i collect them]. on the way home i convinced Mr. Inactive to stop by the park for a spell- just cuz it's so beautiful out and the fresh air is good for him. So as we're walking around licking our ice cream cones and in the distance we see a yeshivah boy learning under a tree. kids were running around playing, throwing balls and there was this lone guy wrapped in his own universe learning... i'm not so overly emotional about everything i see, but this...this was just really moving...wish i had some drawing skill to capture that image.... it was so radically simplistic. unknown bochur singing softly as he was studying amidst all the cacophony of life.... wow.... i am moved.
it was a rare moment and it made me think of that Chabad colony that was established by one of the rabbeim- the image of the Chossid harvesting while singing a niggun beneath the great blue sky...
As we got closer- Yuda- who is obsessed with the Yiddish Yom Tov Erlich songs realized the boy was singing/translating in Yiddish and got so excited. He was dying to walk over and meet him but we decided that it would be best not to bother him and quietly walked off [or as quiet as the two of us can be]... and of course on the way back I put on Yiddish Gems and let him sing his lungs out.
I say we bring it all back- like Chana'le and I talked about years ago- a real Yiddish revolution, that radical spiritualism, that Chassidic wholesomeness.... it would be absolutely incredible....