He awakens Me morning by morning;
He awakens My ear to listen as a disciple.
Shabbat morning arrives damp and gray at Pollen Acres this morning. Started a Paul Wilbur mix on the puck to cheer up the sullen bird and remind me that this day is not lived like the other days. After the ugly hate fest of last week, I need a holy day to remind me that I am just passing through.
Thoughts of our fallen nature follow me around the day, and the mystery of the animal skins that clothed Adam and Eve slowly yields revelations of redemption and choice as I ponder the elemental teachings of my faith. Old men have the luxury of pondering. Perhaps that is why we dream dreams while the youth prophesize.
My abused bod is slowly recovering from the last series of maladies. I am almost up for walking again once we get the first frost. Note the almost. I don’t want to get too carried away. Another online friend goes into hospice as her nephew keeps us up to date with her struggles. Sometimes you just have to say enough, and she did.
I look at my desktop and think maybe it is time for me to simplify too. A small laptop sits on my right, a large laptop to my left, a tablet sits under the desk lamp and the smartphone is somewhere nearby. Not to mention the PC that I normally use for writing and entertainment. And they all are on and are communicating.
And so I ponder between the sips and watch the day unfold out my window.