Portents of a good year ahead

A column of light in Lincoln Park.

Hanging out with the ragged edges of my life was hard work! I hardly had time or energy for anything else,perhaps because most of my loose ends exist at the furthermost edges of the tapestry of my life. It's lonely out there in the hinterlands of my experience, like going to the North Pole. Every ragged edge represented something unresolvable, like friendships that dropped off for no apparent reason, like the Holocaust, my disastrous marriage, hence long ago I put these issues aside. Taking them up again to examine and wonder about them was like being exiled to Siberia. Yikes.

Did that make any sense?

Since Yom Kippur I am returned to a place closer to the center of this flying carpet of my life. I'm calmer, not dreaming about my ex and Hitler, returned to more normal life rhythms. My cooking mojo has reappeared, which is always a good sign. I've been hard put to make myself a salad in the last few weeks, but yesterday I made an apple pie which is - may I say - absolutely delicious. Tonight I'm making cod based fish cakes with cilantro and fresh ginger and garlicky greens for Shabbat. I even invited my Tennessee Avenue brothers to come for dinner.

My energy is returning!

Other promising signs include the lovely thunderstorm last night that cleared the last of the ugly Aryan Nation march energy off East Capitol street and out of the park. Whew! The energy was so rotten, it almost literally smelled bad. But it's gone now and the street feels clear and refreshed. Lovely!

Life is good and I am grateful. Onwards and upwards. Shalom.