After my nice holiday weekend, back in full force. Well rested and somewhat brain-dead after three days of food and drink and lazing around.
I got to see an old friend and make some new ones. I was fed and I fed. I prayed and I atoned.
Two years ago, I did tashlich in the Jordan River. Yesterday, I did tashlich in the Med. The waves were splashing on me, and I felt at peace for the first time in a while. Such is the power of the act – feeding the fish and saving the soul, all in one fell swoop.