...and Tu B'Shevat.
I am ready to praise and thank the trees, whose birthday is celebrated on this holiday.
Thanks to them, we have air to breathe.
The birds and bugs and squirrels have a place to live, and the squirrels can steal the stuffing from the cushions on the porch swing to insulate their nests in the branches.
Every other year there are honeycrisp apples in my back yard.
Thank G-d and the trees, we have dappled shade instead of unrelenting sun.
And birdsong, and cicadas.
I'm especially grateful today for the help of a talented artist and organizer: just the right combination to see me through the archeological layers in the back office. Some things have not seen the light of day since my beloved's death.
I feel like I am peeling off very thin layers of myself that have accumulated during this time.
I feel simultaneously lighter, and more exposed and vulnerable. I want to dance, and I want to cry.
I wish us all a short respite from the relentless influx of bad news. I wish us a sabbath that restores clarity and perspective, that reconnects us with what is important and what is constant, and with each other---both those who are here and those who have gone. Enjoy the song, below.