...and I am getting things together to pack. And thinking of what I need to tell the friend who is coming to housesit, bless her, and with poor Bracha the cat so skinny and sick. (She is a little better today.)
It rained on and off today, and I had the joy of hearing the downpour on the skylights, then walking in the park around Viele Lake when the rain stopped, and looking at the happy vegetable starts in the back garden afterwards. (I sent a thought of thanks to the two ladies who came on Tu B'Shevat announcing that they had some veggies and herbs to plant.)
I rested well, read, and thought about what I want to teach at the Shavuot retreat; then, as it approached a very late sundown, what I want to pack for the trip. I usually start with the noble inent to pack lightly. We'll see if I succeed this time.
My mind keeps gravitating to the issue of revelation, and our tradition's central holy anomaly: dramatic, thunder-and-lightening synaesthetic revelation to an entire group at once. (We all know that revelations are usually private affairs, and therefore not verifiable. Just look at the Prophets.) Not only that: it's a large, raggle-taggle band of homeless, escaped-slave refugees wandering in the desert.
If I manage to step outside of mental habit (oh yeah, it's Shavuos again...blintzes...) it really is quite an amazing tale, this central myth of our people.
I hear some folks' hackles rise at the word "myth"...But my teacher, the late Joseph Campbell, considered the mythic metaphors and images to be the deepest and most cogent ways of communicating internal truth, both individual and communal. And any of us who pay attention to our dreams might well agree.
Once the holiday begins, writing here will be suspended for a few days.
I wish us all the revelations and committments we need to further the growth of our souls, and to help our country and our planet fulfill its promise of the possibility of abundance and justice for all.
I hope to touch base tomorrow night, and if possible, from the airport on Monday.
I wish us all deep dreams, remembered with clarity in the morning.