It has been a blessedly long shabbos: a friend with me for shabbos dinner, joined by another, late.
Another for lunch today.
No computer, no news, no noise: a day in which to enjoy quiet.
Just before sunset, I made my way down to a neighborhood cafe where our local Greek and Balkan band was playing. Old friends were there, and small plates of good food, and wine. And splendid music and dancing: the kind of folkdances that get into your bones and move you. Great music. The concurrence of both skill and play.
And those marvellous rhythms and melodies that get in your bones and make you get up and dance. What a gift; what a way to start a week.