-->to the end of the week.
I have done my civic duty reading all the stuff that came into my email, signing all the petitions, calling my congressmen multiple times, participating moderately in the communal worry. Praying.
That filled my entire morning and early afternoon.
Thereafter: it has been a full, rich day.
I met with the wonderful woman who has gathered folks for my upcoming class---an updated reprise of the first class I created when we moved into Boulder:
"Not In Shul: Jewish Home Spiritual Practices"
I cannot locate my notes from the first incarnation of this class, which is probably just as well; this means I will have to base it on what is still alive for me today.
I am realizing that so many of these practices---many learned from Zalman---have woven themselves deeply into my days/weeks/months/seasons/years. They are all designed to poke at our consciousness so that we don't get too comfortable and fall asleep; and to attune us to the rhythms of the seasons and of our own bodies. (As I type this, my eye falls on Bracha the cat, comfortable and fast asleep in her basket a few feet away on the little salmon sofa. But it's okay for her: she's a cat.)
The practices give shape and meaning to the days/weeks/months/years.
This daily/weekly/monthly/yearly/seasonal rhythmic structure has helped to contain me and has kept me (relatively) sane during this period since my beloved's death---as has the process of writing, both in these pages, and by hand on the blank pages of bound journals.
If I hope to get to morning minyan, it is time to say good night.