I am settled on the small salmon sofa, Mazal to my left in the recliner chair, and Bracha snuggled up to my right side dozing.
The day started with early morning minyan, and ended with an evening at Cafe Sole dancing to the Middle Eastern and Balkan music of the wonderful local band Sherefe. I wonder if my body can heal all the tears and breaks well enough so that I could really dance again? (Hopping is not currently an option.)
The moon is beautiful tonight...full tomorrow.
Funny, how the High Holy Days seem far enough away that there seems to be plenty of time to clean things up, from my desk to my life; then, suddenly, it is Rosh HaShanah. So tomorrow I dig in seriously and start cleaning up the areas I have been avoiding: my desk in the back, the books on the floor, the miscellaneous drawer in the kitchen...
I suspect we all have our recurring disaster areas, our lacunae.
I've begun thinking of those from whom I must ask forgiveness, some from this year, some from longer ago. And what about any grudges I may still be holding?
Then there are those things I have intended but not accomplished, or tried but failed to make a habit, or begun but not finished.
I think I had better get a good night's sleep if I aim to touch any of those things before preparing for shabbos.
I wish us all a good and sweet and restorative shabbos.