Rich?

I'm beginning to type this at 11:22 PM.  I was so tired when I got home at 6ish.  And now I am feeling more awake. I had an hour long talk with a dear friend, the longest we've spoken (I think) in years. It was rejuvenating to vent and listen.  Everyone has their pekalech. I quoted back something I recalled him saying years ago, a major insight, and he said there aren't many people he could say it to, and yet it's true. Yes.  He informed me of someone that was a friend of a friend of mine, and of my friend's wife, whose life was just taken by cancer.  Baruch dayan emet.  So sad. Mortality permeated our entire conversation, as it does our entire lives. And yet I came away a bit un-saddened, remembering connections, getting a bit grounded by the reality of my twenty plus years of friendship with my friend the vault and the prince.


My day was rich: Taught about why Yitro joined the Jews, went on a Friendship Circle trip where I took pictures and supervised and helped in varied/unexpected ways, met with an alumnus who wants to make a difference in the world through going onto chinuch, met for Torah Guidance with 3 students, spoke with a secular studies colleague, learned, shopped, took the long road home, and decompressed...


I bumped into a shul rabbi and teacher at the sefarim sale and mentioned my book. He bought it. I didn't expect much of a response as he's not poetically inclined. I just got this response:

Reading In The Field

Insightful and Enchanting

Glimpsing Author's Heart

I helped some students with poems for an upcoming competition.

I'm tired and feeling alright though, thank you very much - going to sleep, please G-d...