Rabbloggin'

Today I feel not older, but wiser. Yesterday I had a whole day to meditate in joy and celebrate the daily miracle of being alive. I ate my favorite foods (Sushi for lunch, Brazilian churrasco for dinner) and had a lot of fun with friends. I became a member of the museum of science in Boston (and last week from the Currier museum of arts here in Manchester NH). It is good to finally have your money and support the arts and the sciences, key elements to a good life that have to go together in everybody’s soul.
Today, I had one of those days. Those days are the ones that start with one of the elderly from your congregation spent the night in the hospital because a bad rhythm in his heart. When you have a conversation with another elderly woman who tells you about the brain surgery to take a malign tumor from her nephew, a rabbi who also carries my same name. Then in the afternoon I visit a 87 year old man dying. I pray to him, telling him that whatever he decides, to go to the other side or stay with us may be without too much pain and suffering, and with the awareness of having lived a good life. I really dont remember what I say in these moments, it just flows, and when i dont know what to say i repeat slowly the dancing hebrew letters in my Siddur, the jewish prayer book.
And what did I do in between all these visits and conversations? I went to run in the snow (this Jungle Jew loooves the snow nowadays!), I took pictures, enjoyed the sunset and the beautiful colors in which the dusk was tainting the canvas of heaven. I ate more of my cake, more chocolate, and of course fruits. I answered each birthday greeting in a personal way, trying to think of a moment, a conversation, a sweet, good interaction with each of the members of my Life tribe. I tried to manifest a little bit of love, a lot of laughter, and a lot of neuron tickling to those who learn from my interpretations of Ancient Wisdom.
And above all, I breathe and enjoy every second my heart beats. Life is a underestimated miracle, sometimes it takes a whole lifetime to be aware of it, and by that time is usually too late.
I am thankful. For everything. Le’Chaim! To Life!