I remember now: I am always a little disoriented after this particular conference.
And after a death---even the death of a cat. (A loving and beloved cat. She is still leaving little pockets of well-being around the house; I can feel her paw patting my face.)
Today was after both, plus a funeral: a terrible accident and a fall took the life of a nineteen-year old boy who aspired to work for Doctors Without Borders. His family is new in town.
So I was only able to do three useful things today:
- went to the funeral (gratified to see many of our people there to support newcomers, plus friends of the family who traveled from Long Island, their former residence.) I begin to understand why some of these practices are called חסד של אמת---chesed shel emet---a real act of generosity, because it cannot be repaid
- went with Netanel to the spring for water---always a joy
- had mercy on the vegetables in the crisper drawer and made a celery bisque enriched with coconut milk
And now I am going to do the unheard-of: actually go upstairs to bed early (¿?¡!)
We'll see how that works...