I am actually writing early, and even planning to go to sleep early.
Today was one of those unusual days that start early then stretch long...(oops, image of a dachshund; mischief-making visual commentator.) The Monday morning group is always precious, valued, appreciated. Then breakfast with one member, groceries after. Back home, straightening, watering plants, answering messages, making calls, catching up. An unexpected call from a cousin (on the side of my adoptive father) who lives in the area, and we got to visit. Also got to visit the goats at the Jewish Community Center---such wonderful friendly ceatures. They come up to you and rub their heads against you to be petted; and today, they didn't even try to eat our clothes.
Then groceries, and the ingredients for Elana Amsterdam's gluten-free hamantaschen recipe. (I'll do a trial run early.)
[I expect to do what I have done now for years: instead of food, give out cards with a selection of tzedakahs, and ask people to put a check by the one they would like me to donate to in their name. I count them up, total a chosen dollar amount per person, and list their names as co-donors in the letter I send with the check. I am still debating which tzedakahs are the most urgent this year.]
I was back home by dinner-time, and not hungry.
I still have to remind myself not to put out cat-dinner: the cats no longer need this food. I am wondering: what memories do their souls keep when they fly away from here?
What memories will mine?
I know that Zalman's kavvanah was to fly straight to the Source, and "to be absorbed in the body of the King".
My own kavvanah is not as developed; I would still like to fly straight to Zalman.
Given enough time, I may grow past that.