I wakened early and made it to morning minyan.
It is so beautiful there early in the morning: all the animals are chirping and clicking and squeaking. And so are we, inside the shul. Meanwhile the creek in back is running, literally providing background music.
A long round of errands before I made it back home.
Then a kind friend came and bestowed some tomato plants on my back deck! I've already heard the birds chirping their approval.
I improvised on the recipe for a gluten-free chocolate cake for the potluck of women writers tonight. We ate while hearing the wide and wild variety of each other's stories.
I am particularly aware of the temporary state of ...everything.
Katie's sudden decline could not have been unexpected---after all, she was ninety-something. Nevertheless, it was a surprise that has shocked me into examining what I am doing with my days; there are not nearly as many ahead of me as there are behind.
Today has been a long and enjoyable day of doing; and I am glad to be heading into shabbos. Perhaps during the resting of shabbos the deeper realities can float up to be seen more clearly.
Good night---good shabbos.