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It's been entirely too long without a blog. A new year! I bought (8B) nails and headed to the West Side. Started Gafni's The Mystery of Love on the bus. Built a sukkah with Ari and Jay. Took the B...
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Returning
So the blog is back, but I can't be bothered to configure it elegantly. I remember it being a timesink last time, and I like just being able to write. It was convenient once I'd set up all the categories,...
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Breslov Lulav Meditation
Breslov Teaching and Meditation for Waving the Lulav
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Z'man Simchatenu
I started Chag in CT with 30-someodd people on a Beit Miriam Sukkot Retreat. Phenomenal, spectacular, deeply beautiful. The joy continues as my ADAMAH Fellowship began today. I've left too little energy to write, but I'm blissed, in the woods,...
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Garden Work, Digging for Text
This morning we made the temporary chicken coop higher, as last night we found the 'mama' hen (she's 9) roosting on top of the wire. Then we moved to the garden to harvest lettuce (arugola and romaine). We prepared six...
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Bug hunt, Sukkah ties
Woke up at six, warm rested good-sore from yesterday's carpentry. Shacharit was full and beautiful in the gazebo. The sun came out for Hallel in the sukkah, citron warm hodu dew. The hens love the nest/roost we built yesterday. We...
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Peach and Pear
Who would have thought it would take three 20-somethings all day to plant two fruit trees — well it does. The hole for the Peach was straight-forward, but the Pear pit had a huge boulder inside. We eventually hoisted it...
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Holy Holy Holy
I'm too tired to attempt to channel the joy blessing sweetness abundance goodness greatness wholeness around into words. Words fail. It's "lovely to be tired." B"H I'll be back in CT tomorrow afternoon....
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Returning Home
I'm so happy to be back in CT, it feels like home. Peace, space, quiet, openness, nearing wholeness. Mom drove me after morning shopping; a lovely ride through autumn turning. After lunch, and her departure, planted garlic, transplanted wildflowers, and...
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Deep sleep, early morning, wakefulness
I was exhausted from Simchat Torah — I think I drummed for seven hours in total. Filled in with ecstatic dancing and singing. So I went to be at 9:30pm last night. Slept very well. Deep dreaming. Lamed dreaming. Woke...
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Environmental Depth
Woke up at 6am again today, opened the chicken coop and Sat in the yurt. Meditated for ~1/2 an hour, then davennen. I'm enthralled by the morning before dawn — quiet cold alone with everyThing. Good to sleep in a...
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Vacuum a Creating
Early this morning I hoped for a task that would involve a lot of solitude. My wish was granted; I just finished five hours of vacuuming. (Ten hours/week ADAMAH Fellows are committed to community service.) I was grateful for the...
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On Shabbat, Yom Rishon
Shabbat was much anticipated, appreciated. All of Friday was, like the week before it, a preparation for The Day. Reading beresheit/Genesis had something to do with it — I'm reading the Ba'al HaTurim's commentary, full of fascinating gematriot (word counts)....
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Clearing brush
Today woke early early for Rosh Chodesh davennen; in love with this new morning space I create. Radical shift for the 'grumpy morning boy'. Outgrown? Overgrown, the brush we cleared. Heavy rain, then mist, then drizzle, heavy again; all day...
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Rain, thorns, roots, hands
The deep heavy beautiful rained all night, ended before dawn and the sun broke, thawed the chilled morning and by 10am jackets were off. My boots had sufficiently dried, too. My hands were ravaged by yesterday's thorns, blood expanded upon...
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Long Days, Long Nights, Gardening, Respiration, Growth
I realize must of these posts have been terse; I've been waking before dawn, working hard outdoors all day; I'm usually exhausted by the time evening comes, and slip into a book, or conversation, or sleep. Tonight, 8pm, and most...
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