Sunday, August 19, 2018
8 Elul, 5778
ח׳ בֶּאֱלוּל תשע״ח
The first day of the week dawns at 6:57AM on the tick-tock machine this week, but it always rises at 6:00 AM on the sundial. And shortly after that, I arise. Usually for the second time. My mind wishes to wake before dawn, but my body ain’t having none of that.
And we are into the eight day of the month of Elul, a time of introspection. But then, I live in introspection, so the observance doesn’t change my routine much. All of this leads up to a reflection of a larger truth. The time comes, however, when we grow weary of the reflection, and wish to see truth, even if that knowledge is damaging.
Doctors and blood draws are in the week ahead, along with a growing list of uncompleted chores. So we sip coffee, munch on a soft cookie, and wait for ambition to arrive.