Prep. for the High Holy-Days

I am sitting here in front of my new TV.

CNN is not on, just a black smooth shinny screen.

All black, the color of the unknown.

The color of that which has not manifested

Yet. I made myself Turkish coffee with cardamom

And ice and honey and milk. Nobody drinks Turkish

Coffee like that. In the middle east they will laugh at me.

But here in LA, it’s ok. It’s ok. It’s not the end of the world.

I look at the black screen and I say with radical amazement:

Barouch Ata Adonai- what a life you gave me. What amazing life

You gave me. So unusual. I have never seen life as such.

You are the Almighty.

It is an honor for me to be dancing with you

the new Dance of life.

And  also for this music, I am grateful.