This has been the kind of day that recurs now and then, when I miss and long for my beloved with an intensity that overtakes me. I manage to function anyway, watering plants, feeding cats, watching the bees enjoying the flowers, scooping kitty litter, writing, cooking dinner. (Late; enjoyed the company of my current housemate.)
I am trying to emerge out of the very-inward-curling that has been my state. (I was certainly catapulted out of complete introversion by the dreadful events in Charlottesville, and then over and over by the transparent, horrid response.) I wonder what I can retrieve from this inwardness that might be worth sharing during the weekend for which I am preparing. And I wonder how, out of this inwardness, I can re-engage with the world in a way that is balanced, wise and useful.
Zalman's (Gregorian) birthday is coming up, to be celebrated/honored at the shul. I don't know if I will laugh or cry. Or both.
I hope he will send his blessing and his wisdom.
We need them.