{"id":3172,"date":"2023-09-24T20:56:22","date_gmt":"2023-09-24T20:56:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=3172"},"modified":"2023-09-24T20:56:22","modified_gmt":"2023-09-24T20:56:22","slug":"all-the-days-of-awe","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=3172","title":{"rendered":"All the Days of Awe"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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The Days of Awe open on Rosh Hashanah and close on Yom Kippur. When my birthday falls on Rosh Hashanah, it gets lost in the birthday of the world; when it falls on Yom Kippur, celebrations turn sober and thin. Gallows humor when fasting, enacting symbolic death? Fat chance! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

This year, the birthday fell smack in the middle of the Days of Awe \u2013 and I got a day or two of awe. When your walls come tumbling down (Rabbi Alan Lew’s image), as they did unbidden during this season of introspection, you get some light in the gaps of the rebuilding. That happened mid-week \u2013 all in betweens! \u2013 in a New England-y place familiar and known (Maine) but charged. I cleared the slate and came with heightened sensibility; came to the sapphire sky with such a mind. Something came to meet me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Everything got renewed by the sea, standing on the deck of a fishery
in the presence of a rope coiled, braided, stiff with the sting of fish iodine
and rusted wires woven together with gates, doors, traps
and floats bulbed in mottled white and bright fuchsia 
hanging like a bunch of radishes. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yes to Paul Eluard: “Is there another world? Yes, in this one.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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