Last night's

I begin to understand why our tradition gave us, during this period between Pesach and Shavuot, the practice of Counting the Omer.  This year, more than usual, I am experiencing this time as a sort of limbo between the two holidays. Perhaps, because of this, I appreciate the counting of the Omer as a way to anchor me in the shifting qualities of Time.

My house guest, for the week of the Conference on World Affairs, is an interesting woman who is giving many presentations and participating in or moderating several panels during the conference.  I am glad to offer a quiet refuge at the end of the day.

I---discovered that I am feeling too introverted these days to navigate hundreds of people milling around the university campus while staying mentally alert.
Rather, I am looking forward to the semi-contemplative practice of early minyan tomorrow morning.
I am appreciating the permutations of qualities that come with counting s'firah every evening and noticing how it manifests during the day.  (This evening:  Hod she-b'Gvurah, the grace/beauty within strength.) 
The practice encourages me to pay attention to the varied texture of Time.
Speaking of which---it is time for me to go to sleep, if I plan to make early morning minyan.
Blessings; sweet dreams.