I sit here on the little salmon sofa flanked by Bracha on her blanket-covered heating pad on my right, and Mazal who now needs "steps" made of some pillows to reach her resting-spot of Zalman's recliner to my left. Meow.
I sit here after cleaning up, after answering email, after the last class of the series I called
"Not in Shul: Jewish Spiritual Home Practices".
I had been thinking how uninspired and pedestrian my teaching had been for this whole series.
Either I am mistaken in my assessment, or people were being exceptionally kind in their evaluations.
I seem to be tentatively checking out what, of the many things I learned from or shared with Zalman, is really my own: what is a good fit with the true shape of my soul?
The questioning of something so close to my heart may be the perfect fit for this coming day of Tiferet sh-b'Gevurah.
I wish us all a deeply restorative Shabbat.