Thursday, May 13, 2021

45 toward the Omer

tiferet shebmalkhut

At night my mouth learns what giving and receiving actually mean—another narrow bridge rediscovers joy—and today is the third day running, which means I’m off and running. My jawbone bounces with each footfall, masseter and temporalis finally trusting me to keep me safe.

The thoughts are a restless kitten; I take her out of my head, into my hands. Eva, Theo, and Rosa head to shul, and I am with them part of the way. No more lip service, God says. Yeah, I’m done with that, I say.

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