Oh dear: last night's entry did not show up here; I'm not sure why. If you are interested, it did make it onto CaringBridge. What follows is today's.
I wakened buzzing: it's kashering time.
I started here, then went to the Conservative shul to help, and to kasher granite counters in the way I learned years ago from Shalvi: with a hissing steam iron held just barely some microns above the surface.
From there to a rehearsal at the Renewal shul for the yearly gorgeous community performance/fundraiser. This time I could stay a while and hear some of the others as well: WOW.
Then errands, and now back to resume the kashering. This business of searching out once a year what has been hiding in the corners is both bracing and embarrassing. I always look forward to it and dread it in equal measure.
I return to the imaginal exercise of my teacher, z'l, Mme. Colette, of cleaning out my own heart---
(טהר לבינו לעבדך באמת...Purify our hearts to serve You truly.) Always such a job; in the cracks and corners, like the crud in the seams of drawers, hide the things I'd rather not even see myself, let alone allow to be seen, even by G-d.
Yes, this is also the content we deal with in the Fall during the High Holy Days; but it is different now. First of all, it is Spring; and secondly, the practices, both concrete and symbolic, have a whole other flavor. We are not about to turn inward and germinate during the winter; rather, we are coming out of incubation, with our leaves and buds.
May it be a true and fruitful season for us all.