I noticed most posts in the Pandemic Journaling Project are about anger, fear, and blame. I try to live a normal life even though I reside in one of the current hot spots. Maybe I am a fatalist but believe you can do everything right and still die. My boss asked me to teach her and my coworkers to paint sunflowers on fence panels. We painted the panels after work Tuesday night. It felt good to help them be creative and enjoy something out of our daily routines. They all said they couldn't paint, but as you see, they were successful. I believe it is better to do the things you want to do than live in fear and anger. Many times, fear and anger can make you sick, so everyone, please try to make the best of what you have. The choice is yours.
November 9, 2021
This is the time of the Jewish holidays. The time of long hours in synagogue. The time of certain songs and tunes that, at least for me, make up the day. The time of gathering with friends and family. The time of communal rituals, and even dancing. And all that is not allowed. I can't get a ticket to shul - and even if I did, the service is shortened; there is not singing; there is not mingling. I sit and pray on my own. And due to the rules, I can't even have more than 5 people sit with me in my garden. I heard the shofar in the backyard. I won't get to dance with a Torah on Simchat Torah. I won't march with others for Hoshanot throughout Sukkot. I won't sit in the sukkah with friends. There are not group meals. Yom Kippur I will be fasting and being on my own. Somehow I am to make a Yizkor service three times, for no more than 5 people at a time. Create that sense of communal mourning as we are not really a number of a community. It is Tishrei. It is the time of all the holidays. Just everything feels likes it's in the individual instead of the community.
September 25, 2020