Call Me Norah, Joe
Since starting my Hebrew class the events in the Bible seem suddenly to be an interesting history, rather than a dogma, and I am actually reading through the Bible with a feeling of peace, rather than skepticism or defiance. After Mr. Nelson's explanations of how the Puritanical translations deduct a lot of meaning from Biblical passages I find myself more and more intrigued in the history of my Jewish family. (On my mother's father's side.) This completes an interest from when I read Anita Diamant's wonderful book, The Red Tent.
I just wish that we could have Hebrew names like I had in my French class. There I was Louise. In Hebrew I'd love to be Norah, deducting from my actual middle name of Annora. (Very Victorian is my proper name.) Hence, Norah I shall be.
Nothing much today, can't you tell? I'm just rejoicing in the autumnal colours, and plan to carve my pumpkin tonight. I brought in a bowl of gold-coloured leaves from the crabapple and am burning my hot chocolate-scented candle. Ah, I love autumn. Very Andrew Goldsworthy.