Sabbath # 24

The week ahead: a full moon and travel to the “other shore.” Constantly traveling, making pilgrimages from one place to another. Breathe in, Breathe out. Smile. This morning I read, faith evolves every day. This past week I looked deeply into my son’s eyes, held his embrace long after we departed. I could hear the ocean from my bedroom. Yesterday, I listened intently to my daughter’s voice over the distance. The circle widens with newness. “The other shore is this very shore.” I cut the apple in sections, left on the skin. In a minute I will walk down the street and join my husband who left the house earlier. We are surrounded by water. We move from shore to shore. First this place, then this place. Pass over, pass under. “The other shore is this very shore.” Can I remember?