What a day this has been...

I'm still spending too much time on the computer reading about impending disaster and taking whatever actions are possible.  But this day also had brighter spots:  like the time spent with my friend Naomi and a small group of elders at a retirement community.  Getting them to actually begin telling some of their stories was a bit like puling teeth at first; then it got better.

On the way home I stopped at a favorite art store for supplies in preparation for a class I will begin to teach soon---an updated reprise of a class I gave the first year we were in Boulder:

"Not In Shul:  Jewish Spiritual Home Practices".

I anticipate it with pleasure---and I know it will be different from the first time I taught it, twenty-one years ago.  

I have had to come to terms with the kind of Jew I am, which is not the typical veryverymental Ashkenazi model.  Much of what nourishes me I learned from my beloved; but it fits best into the kind of day-to-day graceful practices nested in the Sepharadi tradition of my teacher Mme. Colette Aboulker-Muscat.

Soon I turn out the lights and go upstairs and write and examine the day and pray for healing for a long list of people...and for our country.  The bad news of the day was the serious vandalizing of a Jewish cemetery.  The good news was that the funds for repair were raised by the Muslim community.

On that good note:  sweet dreams.