A relaxed dinner last night, and a deep sleep.
This morning was lovely and cool. I could take the coffee and the fruit and the chumash and sit beneath the shade cloth on the back porch, eat breakfast and then read the portion of this week---so central and strong.
I enjoyed seeing the bees and the hummingbirds feeding among the flowers that I planted with them in mind.
A nap, a walk, time reading, communing with cats. A beautiful sudden downpour.
It sounds like nothing happened today...but it was a day full of rest and restoration.
The only thing missing was the joy of my beloved's presence delighting in shabbos as well, sometimes together, sometimes parallel and nearby.
My years in Jerusalem had entrained me even more deeply to the rhythm of shabbos---starting with buying the shabbos food at the shuk on Thursday, then the afternoon rush of people heading home with challah and flowers on Friday afternoon, then the siren announcing shabbos, and the quiet of so much less traffic, the sight through neighborhood windows of candles being lit, the melodies of so many different communities drifting through the open windows.
Still---shabbos here was different: deeper and richer with my beloved, even as I was usually "skidding into shabbos with the carriage poking into 'Lecha Dodi'", as he put it. All these years of shabbos in this house, in this community, have entrained me: deep rest happens whether I intend it or not. I am so grateful for the rhythmicity, which saves me from my own tendency to chaos. I am grateful for this week's visitor. Next week, I will be one of the visitors at another's shabbos table.
Wishing us all a fulfilling week ahead---