At last

It has taken me this long to unwind.

I started Yom Kippur with the Conservative shul, popped to the Renewal shul today to lead Yizkor, back to finish where I started.

What touched me and is still nergling in my mind was R' Marc's sermon based on Mr. Rogers, the main point of which was: be kind.

When I came home, I spent at least an hour exploring how very often I sacrifice kindness in favor of some other motive...and was seriously ashamed. It gave me the gift of one of those moments of seeing that cannot be un-seen: how often I have led with a quality other than kindness.


Tomorrow, I start clearing the deck for putting up the sukkah; my favorite holiday.

There will be more gaps in CaringBridge entries because of the holiday and also a conference this weekend, but they will resume.


Little Cat is finding favorite spots...right now, she is on my desk right behind the laptop; I see her tail and the tips of her ears. When I lowered my screen to peek at her, she gave me this indignant look:

"I am hiding!"

Blessings, as we all start anew.


A very furry cat has settled by my elbow; her swishing tail has sent papers to the floor. She hid most of the day, all through the visit of the friends who brought a well-behaved seeing-eye dog (what a good visit; missed Zalman's presence.) As I was about to leave for a potluck, she reappeared and met my carpooling friend. She was still out to greet me when I returned.

It is almost Yom Kippur.

Still a little time to say:

if I have, in the course of this blog, or in person, or on the phone, or in any other context or in any other time, hurt or offended or injured anyone reading this, please let me know so that I can make amends and ask your forgiveness. You can do so on this blog, if you wish; or if you want privacy, you can send to my email address, .

Sending blessings, during this most liminal time...


This morning, at the end of early morning services, Rabbi Marc gave us the text of the "Hatarat Nedarim", the annullment of vows, small or large, conscious or unconscious, that we made in the past year and did not fulfill. It is a clearing of the decks, so that our words remains good, and not hollow. We each recited this before a "beis din" of three others, and were absolved of these accumulated vows.

If you are not familiar with it, it is worth looking up and contemplating.


But now I am sending on this site something very different: a request for help that I just sent to some personal friends who may not access this site. If this is a repeat for you, I apologize.

G-d willing, you will hear from me after the end of the Sabbath.


We are in the week between Rosh HaShanah and Yom Kippur—a very liminal time in our tradition. I’m writing to ask your help.

The sight in my left eye is blurry in the extreme.

I made an appointment with the eye doc today, expecting to hear that a cataract in my left eye was now ripe enough for removal.

Instead, she was very concerned at what she saw behind my retina, did not know just what was going on, took lots of pics and made a date with the retinal specialist for me for tomorrow afternoon. (It is not a detached retina.) So I expect to take taxis to and from the appointment, and will be settled back at home before the sabbath.

My initial fear has settled down somewhat into a mixture of curiosity, wariness and hope, with a soupçon of alarm.

So I’m asking you to please add me in to the list of those for whom you pray for healing, along with your friends and relatives and our government…In the Jewish tradition we list the person by their first name and that of their mother. So I am “Eve Rochelle, the daughter of Sheba”. Or, if you prefer Hebrew, Chava Rachel bat Batsheva.

Thank you; and wishing us all a sweet and good year, and a good and restorative shabbos.