We've passed a node in the year.
Christmas and New Year are over, and the days are getting imperceptibly longer.
Yes, I know: that means we are getting closer to January 20th.
I chose not to think of that over Shabbos, and it's amazing how restful and restorative that is...
I am beginning to plan for the upcoming OHaLa conference, the remarkable yearly gathering of my beloved's students, and the students of his students: the wild and woolly Jewish Renewal rabbis, rabbinic pastors, cantors, spiritual directors. Dear friends are coming in around the same time, some for the conference and some not. I have been honored with the request to address the ordinees and students before the ceremony, and have been seriously contemplating what is called for this year. I have been praying to know what needs to be heard: by these people, at this time.
Now is also time for me to seriously plan the next concert, just a month and a half away, the one I am calling "And It Was Evening, and It Was Morning".
I can feel how we have passed through that yearly cycle of inwardness and contemplation, and must prepare for turning outward once more. I still struggle to find the rhythm and the balance between energy cherished inward, energy turned outward. Much of what I have been learning during this grieving for my beloved has been about my own unaccustomed---or unacknowledged---need for much more inward time than I had often allowed myself. Now I am being called to come out of my cave, soon, and I am not yet ready.
One gentle and persistent invitation did pry me out of the house, even out of Boulder, to see the last performance of a new and remarkable production of "Porgy and Bess". I have known the score well for decades: my mother used to play the LP on our Victrola all the time when I was growing up. So I can appreciate innovations, variations, subtle shifts of emphasis. And I have lived long enough to recognize the hardships that are being alluded to. I weep to think how we are still struggling to heal that terrible wound around which our country has grown, distorted.
So all that goes into my prayers as well, for the miracles, the wisdom, the love and the healing that we and our world need in this new year.
Blessings, on this first day of 2017.