This has been a week full of work, meetings, good conversations, visiting friends who are sick, and wonderful weather.
I woke up this morning an hour before my alarm clock, with my To Do list pressing onto my chest, my neck, my forehead.
Thoughts on lamentations, on exile, on remembrance, on Sabbath, have been beginning to form in my moments of reflection this week past. While great writing may eventually flow from these thoughts, for now, I have found a new aspiration of sorts: to live my life in such a way that my souls is happy.
Yes this seems like a terrible cliché.
But I know people, and perhaps you do too, who very simply glow. The ways they have found and chosen to work, to rest, to challenge themselves and engage in the world, are true. They are alive.
I am not there yet. To wake up with anxiety. To feel overwhelmed by the trivialities of the day. To want to apologize for all that is wrong in the world, without being ready to take action to change it. To see the beauty of the sunrise, and yet still spend the day inside. To want so much and yet still feel so stuck. This is where I still am.
Last week I started my Saturday with a poetry post. It felt good, true, alive. And so this week I present you with two of my favorites.