My great shabbos treat this week was a class on Zohar by a woman I have not seen in years, who lives in Israel; and the gathering of friends for potluck, walk, discussion afterwards. Her mother spent a period of time learning with my teacher Mme. Colette while I was there, which is how we met. And now, I am learning from her daughter: a most beautiful playing-out of "what goes around comes around".
I am so very grateful for the gift of shabbos, when I must interrupt certain habits for twenty-six hours. I am almost ready to pick up where I left off, when I begin tomorrow morning. My intent is to go to my back desk and involve myself in my own work first, and only after a satisfying period of that will I open the laptop to the day's colleciton of doom-and-disaster emails.
Wish me luck!