Raising a glass and finishing packing. Boston its been an amazing 2.33 years, I know that we haven't always gotten along (almost a hundred inches of snow this winter) but when I think of this place I'll remember the clouds rolling in from the sea and many late nights with friends. Though I'm reluctant to leave, the road calls and I'm excited for new possibilities and adventures. I'm smiling but my eyes are misty and it feels good.
Shalom A'He
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
On oneself
In legal questions, one should always decide as permissively as possible and not burden people. One should make things hard only for oneself.
Page 199, Maimonides, Abraham Joshua Heschel
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Mist on my breathe
Woke up this morning, padded out into the kitchen and walked outside, there was mist on my breathe, it was the first subtle sign of winters approach, the sunset is beginning to recede slowly now, getting early and earlier by the week. Summer is coming to a close, autumn and winter are beginning to touch the landscape and I’m smiling. For now it’s a smile of excitement, of anticipation and the approach of shorter days and longer nights, of the explosion of color in the trees and the bird’s winter dance in my backyard. I shudder at the thought of the swirling winds and heavy snow but delight in the silence that it will bring. So on this beautiful last summer’s morning I wrap myself in the early morning air and sense the coming of the harvest and the days of our Awe.
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