Journal entry by Eve Ilsen — 16 minutes ago
Mishka the cat is curled up asleep on the desk by my right arm, twitching in her dreams.
This evening, I watched the dvd with the others, as part of a series at the Jewish Renewal shul: Zalman speaking of shul, and davvenen.
I got to see how he wove something whole out of seemingly disparate parts that he connected seamlessly, and that became something that moves people's hearts even as it makes them think.
I got to remember how he seemed to be wandering, how he did not necessarily follow his own plan, and how it always nevetheless turned into a whole piece that made its own sense, and left the listener in a different place than where s/he started.
I got to appreciate how he always took the level of discourse many degrees deeper than most people would, so that it always touched both the mind and the heart: alchemy.
He was the heirophant in the tarot deck, and also the magician.
And also my beloved, who might come home after inspiring others, tired, and apparenty devoid of magic...
(but I knew it was in there, hiding.)