Nearly bedtime

Today, shabbos felt long and satisfying.

I had filled the crock pot, doing Sephardi eggs overnight, then replacing the pareve liner with the fleishig one to heat the cholent for lunch. Good use of a crock pot on a shabbos of wind and snow.

This afternoon there was a gathering at the Friends' Meetinghouse honoring a member of the wider community who had also been a faithful member of our Monday Morning Group---sometimes the only one to show up, on mornings now and then when I wondered if people came only out of a sense of duty. Even on those mornings, he sat and we spoke, and did prayer for healing for others, just as we did when the full complement of group members were present. He was one of those rare folk who related to people's personalities while simultaneously recognizing and relating to core essence.

We will miss him deeply.

Mishka is curled up next to the laptop, dozing and purring.

I will now go upstairs and do the same.

Blessings, blessings---

Eve