Friday, April 20, 2018

20 toward the Omer

yesod shebtiferet

“Despite the fact that the funding for this jail has been halted and people are tied down at the construction

site, Dow Constantine has continued to rush the construction….Imagine what we can get done if we actually get invested

in our future generations and communities instead of jailing them.” —Daniel Oron, filming today’s No New Youth Jail protest, Seattle

And as some are arrested, others sing: “Courage, courage, my friend, friend, you do not walk alone. We will, we

will, walk with you and sing your spirit home. Courage, courage, my friend, my friend, you do not walk alone.

We will, we will, walk with you, walk with you, and sing your spirit home.” People’s Mic: This is a

quote from Assata Shakur. It is our duty to fight for our freedom. It is our duty to win. We

must love and protect each other. We have nothing to lose but our chains. It is our duty to fight

for our freedom. It is our duty to win. We must love and protect one another. We have nothing to

lose but our chains. We have nothing to lose but our chains. We have nothing to lose but our chains.

We have nothing to lose but our chains. No New Youth Jail. No New Youth Jail. No New Youth Jail.

No New Youth Jail. No New Youth Jail. No New Youth Jail. No New Youth Jail. No New Youth Jail.

No New Youth Jail. No New Youth Jail. No New Youth Jail. No New Youth Jail. No New Youth Jail.

Thursday, April 19, 2018

19 toward the Omer

hod shebtiferet

Sometimes, the chair falls out from under you, and sometimes, someone pulls the chair out from under someone else,

and you watch, and sometimes, the person didn't mean to, and they apologize, and sometimes, it's no big deal,

and sometimes it's a big deal. Sometimes goodbyes are hard. Sometimes goodbyes are built out of Legos, or slime,

or earrings that you don't have holes for, and sometimes goodbyes are returned earrings. Sometimes, goodbyes are a chair

pulled out from under you. Sometimes they didn't mean to, and they apologize, and sometimes, it's no big deal,

and sometimes it's a big deal. Sometimes goodbyes are a chair made of Legos, or slime, or earrings you

just don't have holes for anymore. Sometimes, someone pulls the chair out from under someone else, and you watch,

and you didn't mean to. Sometimes, the chair falls out from under you, and you, built of chairs, apologize.

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

18 toward the Omer

netzach shebtiferet

Long worms are out on the dark wet road, and I make some effort to step around them.
She wraps up. How does that land on your heart? she says. Where is my heart? I say,
and let the phone drop, and go in search of my heart, and find it, and it shares.
Back inside, the little dog named Autumn is asleep along the top of the back of the sofa.
I start to pet her then stop, worrying that I will knock her off. She does not say
Could you please just trust that I have a knack for balance, and can you hold with me
that a small tumble in pursuit of greater connection is something we both know how to survive,
and some wellnesses are too immense and infallible ever to be upset irrevocably by the likes of us?

17 toward the Omer

tiferet shebtiferet

Does ice rain count as frost? I ask my best friend the flower farmer while driving home,
and to her credit, she does not laugh. In the morning I walk on asphalt by earth bare again
but for scattered clumps of green still bursting through, as they will do, like joy through sorrow

Monday, April 16, 2018

16 toward the Omer

I call out I do not see you and in me naming this you show up
or do I for there is no way to know where you are before I arrive

Sunday, April 15, 2018

15 toward the Omer

chesed shebtiferet

there is rest to be found in the moment when everything hangs in the balance

14 toward the Omer #2

malkhut shebigvurah

Outside, inside the fence, at a restaurant. I tilt back in my metal armchair
the way my classmates got scolded for in middle school and realize I’m okay.
Two more join, also not eating, and share how they came to be present.
You’ve met three times, I say, now minhag, right? My friend says: A chazaka.
I say: Right, a chazaka. She says: Some say neder. I say: Chazaka chazaka
v’nitchazeika. She says: An adjective or an imperative? Bat Kol says: I’m off today

14 toward the Omer

malkhut shebigvurah

It is taught: pikuach nefesh docheh haShabbat. Is it not taught: i.e., your soul?
A teacher says: Save your soul, then find Shabbat again. Another teacher says What?!
The editors modify: When you choose to save a soul, your soul is opened

Friday, April 13, 2018

13 toward the Omer

yesod shebigvurah

Skipping stones—the way: to make contact, to move forward, to make contact,

Thursday, April 12, 2018

12 toward the Omer

hod shebigvurah

somewhere between exceptionalism and the deep pit (another form of exceptionalism?)

there is being a human (also, some passersby returned my car keys)