how this day started.
Oh, yes, now I do: with a cat making her way delicately up the midline of my sleeping body, staring at my face and prodding at my consciousness with a determined "Meow". It was early, and she was hungry. So glad she doesn't hold back...
It was a day of catching up, of a beautiful morning walk, a breakfast at a local cafe, a few short errands, and more of making order back home. Thanks to my mother's tradition of improvising in the kitchen with whatever was at hand, I created a soup from leftovers that was more than the sum of its parts. I enjoyed a long phone conversation with a friend who lives in an adjacent small town, and another with an old friend whom I came to know in Colette's classes in Jerusalem, who now lives in New York.
Each was the equivalent of a real visit: a rich gift.
I spent time praying for healing for friends whose situations are more acute than my own.
The year that she lived here, my mother told me that she took her list of those for whom she was praying to bed, and began her prayers for healing sitting up. She said that if she fell asleep in the middle, she could waken and resume exactly where she had left off.
Why did it not occur to me to ask her what it was that she did when she prayed for healing for others?
I still feel searing regret for all that I failed to do, or that I did badly, that last year.
I see that my intent to close the laptop no later than 10 p.m. has failed again.