It has been a different day...
I went with a musician friend to the Folks Festival in Lyons---for the first time, after all these years. Wonderful folks, music, festive mood.
I remembered attending the very first Philadelphia Folk Festival in Paoli, Pennsylvania, where I heard Judy Collins for the first time.
It was magical, as was this one.
Only now I cannot do even one full day with so much brouhaha and so many people. I was fortunate to be able to hitch a ride home early with kind neighbors, and unwound slowly.
Then stories over dinner with my friend before saying goodnight.
It is a wonderful bittersweet thing to exchange stories about my beloved who filled so many different functions for different people.
I experience this period starting with Zalman's yahrzeit then continuing between Tisha B'Av and the High Holy Day cycle as a prolonged Altered State: it is that time when I begin reviewing my entire year; my entire life.
It is time for difficult honesty, for overdue gratitude. For clarifying relationships with self, with others, with G-d.
Fortifying myself with a day of music by the river is a gift.
Blessings on this coming week...