Midway
Here on October 16, I am at the midpoint of these 31 days. The center of this journey.
This morning I awoke from two related nightmares, feeling vulnerable and in need of soothing. This morning's melody was not my own, but rather a song that I heard the synagogue choir practicing on Sunday: Shiru L'Adonai by Julie Silver. I was singing it as I got ready this morning, and I was pleased to find that the blessings fit quite well with the melody.
Shiru L'Adonai Baruch atah Adonai eloheinu chey ha'olamim roka ha'aretz al hamayyim. Sing, Blessed are You, the Fashioner, Our God, who stretches forth the earth upon the waters.
Shiru L'Adonai, Blessed are You, the Abiding One, Our God, who returns us to the dry land of a new day as we awaken from unconscious waters of our dreams.
Shiru L'Adonai Baruch atah Adonai eloheinu chey ha'olamim roka ha'aretz al hamayyim. Sing, Blessed are You, the Fashioner, Our God, who stretches forth the earth upon the waters.
Shiru L'Adonai, Blessed are You, the Abiding One, Our God, who returns us to the dry land of a new day as we awaken from unconscious waters of our dreams.