This has been a most unusual day.
A friend from out-of-town met me at 7a.m. for early morning minyan at the lovely shul on the creek. She and her husband and I ended up enjoying our visit together in the beautiful "Reb Zalman Library Room" at the JCC.
I continued my day with a long round of errands, from shopping for shabbos, to delivering quarts of the Great Australian Concoction to a homebound friend, to picking up medical prescriptions, to puttering in the garden. That is, it had rained and soaked the earth well, and I used this opportunity to uproot the tall, tough thistles...Then I stood up, and discovered I had been leaning against another plant, and that plant had generously donated hundreds of its very own little burrs, which were now covering my sleeves, the front and sides of my blouse, and both legs of my pants.
So I got a chance to engage in meditative behavior, quietly and carefully picking off lentil-size burrs from delicate fabric, one by one...(Breathe in, pluck; breathe out, pluck...)
I spent the requisite time reading about impending disasters, writing to congressmen and signing petitions. Enough, already.
Time to gather my wits and organize the many thoughts I have had about the weekend I will be teaching at the Abode of the Message, which is coming up in no time at all.
Wishing us all a good shabbos.