It always takes a while to even out again after a performance---even if I only sang one song.
All of us who are performing sort of participate from our seats in the performances of all the others.
So by the end, we are all tired but wired.
It explains why "cast parties" are real necessities. Ours might not take place for a week or two, which leaves all of us strung out on adrenalin tonight.
Tonight we count 27 days of the Omer---three weeks and six days. The time is flowing faster and faster. One year, Zalman planted barley and was able to cut a stalk each day and lay it next to those of earlier days, and see clearly the growth, and demonstrate: this was once not an abstract thing, it was an Earth-based practice. It has since accrued layers of associations and meanings, including the permutations of the days in the weeks linked to the seven lower Sephirot. It is quite amazing to think of our ancestors trying to discover and attune to the different qualities of time.
I loved and miss counting the Omer with Zalman; counting alone is not the same.
Still, the practice itself was something I had known only in the abstract before. He made it real for me.
And for that, and so much more, I am grateful.