I've been looking at a reno vation that makes a Stephen King novel read like a Mother Goose nursery rhyme, consequent financial difficulties, a broken toe that has kept me off the pre-dawn Valdostan streets since the beginning of December and is refusing to heal, and letting it all get to me while I generally ignore the important stuff in life. As I'm sitting on the front stoop, feeling the sting of the nippy pre-dawn air. The unembarassed silence, undiluted darkness, solicited solitude all feels like an incoming tide that lifting me slowly closer to sh ore.
Life has too many movmeents to be quieted by cold and wind and supposed absence of color.
I haven't felt such serenity in many a week. Not as good, but it'll work. And that decision has got me thinking that we should all do that with our teaching. My rabbi told me the other day, to kick me out of my doldrums, to revel in this day because this is the day that God has given me. All that sounds good.