By Ilana Joy Streit
Return us to ourselves
Return us to each other
Return us to the earth
Return us to our Land: the land beneath our feet
Return us to This Moment
Return us to our knowing
remembering that we know
Return us to our rhythms
Return us to our drums
Return us to sleep in the middle of the night
Return us to our deepest desires
our shared loves
our clear visions
Return us to our bodies
to our breath
to breathing easily
Return us to knowing
how beautiful we are
Return us to ourselves
Return us to each other
Return us to our good questions
our bare feet
our brilliant minds
our singing voices
Return us to falling in love
with ourselves
and each other
Return us to our Shrines
and to our shrine-keeping
Return us to our places of peacemaking
Return us to trusting each other
and ourselves
Return us
turn us
and we will dance and be held
and behold that we are whole
and be in harmony with You
Return us
keep turning us
for everything is within us
for Torah will keep coming out of us
for sweetness is
within us
and longs to return to You
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We had a very low-key Rosh Hashanah, though a nice one -- my parents unexpectedly took us out to lunch at the Original Pancake House, where we went for many years before services with the kids, then Paul worked from home the rest of the day. Since the weather has been cool and gorgeous the past couple of days, I decided it was time to get my closet in order for the fall, and after finishing a bunch of work, I spent the late afternoon sorting clothes to donate. (I have an insane number of fannish t-shirts, mostly Star Trek and Harry Potter -- anyone interested?)
For dinner, Paul made apple cider (non)chicken with the cider we bought at the farm on Sunday. We watched some football around Masters of Sex, on which we were a week behind, though we're now caught up (oh, Bill, you are such an idiot in every way, and Virginia, there's no excuse for your parenting insensitivity; Libby, run while you can). I forgot @midnight was on at 11 until just now; at least I didn't forget Colbert. Some photos from the plaza outside the pancake house and the mural inside and outside the adjacent building, plus apples and honey:
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