I enter the week feeling well-nourished: a shabbat dinner with dear friends, in honor of other dear friends who live on the East Coast, and were here visiting. It has been a long time since I have enjoyed a long, luxurious shabbos dinner, with stories and discussions and songs and harmonies and prayer with good friends, their grown-ish kids, fiancees, visiting cousins...
I visited the out-of-town friends today in the lovely garden of their hotel, where our conversation could meander at leisure. I ate a late lunch/dinner on my own back porch, read, rested---and I have emerge from this shabbos feeling rested and refreshed, and grateful for friendships that last over time.
I am readying for a week of intense work and preparation for teaching the weekend at The Abode of the Message. It is not as if I had never done this before, nor that I have not dealt with this material before; it is just that I have not done it in a long time---planned and led a weekend retreat. There is a way in which this is a coming-out since my beloved's death.
Yes, I have done things at Elat Chayyim/Isabella Freedman; but not a weekend of my own in a long time. I am both delighted with the ideas that are coming, and anxious. I suspect that this weekend may not exactly resemble similar things that I have done in the past.
Beside me on the little salmon sofa, Bracha is stretched out on her side dozing, reaching with one paw leaning on the back of the sofa. To my left, Mazal is dozing in the recliner. They are both broadcasting sleepytime vibes, and I will listen to them.
Blessings for a good week.