It has been so full I can barely remember this morning...oh, yes...
I was given the honor of speaking to both the incoming ordinees (5 of them) and all of the students.
For the new ordinees, I did a brief, vivid, and I hope fitting imaginal exercise.
For the larger group, I wanted to bing across what Zalman kept saying: that a rabbi must cultivate a living spiritual life of his own, if he is to serve well and truly. I did this by describing what Zalman did from the time he wakened to the time we went to sleep---from waking me with gentle touch and the morning prayer and going to feed the cats on the way to the davvenen room, to the bedtime Sh'ma. Then for the rest of the day I kept remembering things I had forgotten to tell them.
I love this group of people; they are exceptional, talented, funny, deep, sincere, heartfelt, intelligent, complex and yearning.
And I am exhausted. Going up now to get ready for bed, and to say "Hareni mochel", the bedtime forgiveness prayer before the Sh'ma, that I forgot to tell them Zalman said in bed every night without fail. And now I do too.