Apologies for my absence over the last few days. I’m back…Like the Rose of Jericho, when all seems dead, a little bit of water, and it’s back to life. I write these words as rain – the subject of the next song after the dew – is hammering down on the sun-drenched, sun-hardened, parched earth. This can cause flash floods. Not so with dew. Dew is always welcome. And always present. It is fresh, constant and used as a motif for unconditional blessing from Heaven by no less a personality than Yitzchok, and indeed Moshe too. Not everything in life is unconditionally free. In fact, very little is. The rain is not, but the dew is. The dew which is a symbol of revival – and therefore survival. The Jew may wander far away. But the Jew is just waiting to be awoken, by the little splash of inspiration that the dew can provide.