[Does anybody know how to disable the spellcheck on a macbook? it changed my heading, above, to "oilbed".]
We do all remember Dr. Seuss's "ooblek", yes? That's what has been coming down all day here in Boulder. It is not unusual for Boulder to get a late snow now and then; but Boulder snow is usually light and dry. This has been heavy and goopy. I went out early to shovel the walk and to knock the heavy snow off the tree branches. The "candles", (those upright bunches of flowers that grace the horse chestnut tree,) along with all the branches of that tree, the linden, the peach, the cotoneaster, the apple in back---all weighed down with heavy wet snow. The potted herbs newly put outside, the onions and the zucchini start, the nasturtium and unidentified goodies added by one of my students---all covered in heavy, wet snow. I got the potted herbs back in, I covered the zucchini in the raiseed bed with a kitchen towel, lowered the deck parasol, and knocked snow off as many trees as I could.
I wrote and edited, and edited and wrote.
It was a great day for staying in, warm, caring for cats and email and writing.
I'll see about venturing out tomorrow.
I can't believe it is already almost shabbos. I can't believe we are into the fifth week of the Omer. I can't believe that so soon I'll be headed back East to celebrate Shavuot at Elat Chayyim/Isabella Freedman.
I still have not figured out how we coordinate our personal tides of introversion and extraversion with the world's demands: our committments and our schedules, which might not match. That is, I have managed it; but if anything suffers, it is the personal, inward need. That is how we are trained: to barely notice it, let alone learn how to nourish ourselves. I begin to think that the Jewish "laws of marital purity", the separation during the time of one's period plus seven days, may perhaps have functioned for restoring the balance between a woman's obligations to her family and those to herself and her own soul.
Now that I have time for the latter, I miss the practice of nourishing the life of my beloved.
Blessings, and good shabbos...