Unetaneh Tokef

[strange_selkie]

How many shall pass away and how many shall be born,

Who shall live and who shall die,

Who shall reach the end of his days and who shall not...

The wrong people die. It's always the wrong person who dies. When I get to that line in the unetaneh tokef, I think of my brother-in-law (the one I never met); I think of how immeasurably angry I would be, if

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[sovay]

This year, all I've got is anger, and that on my wife's behalf. Life is so weird.

Find some holy use for it.

I want you around for as many days as I can get.

[ext_179005]

Ooof. Yeah, the wrong ones. Always the wrong ones. Some of the living still belong here, but too many of the dead could easily be traded back in.

I've got my own dead sibling story, which basically sums up why my spiritual search could never have ended as strictly earth-based pagan: stillborn -- on May freakin' first. Whose idea of a sick joke is that?!

Anyway, sorry I missed you last weekend. Happy belated new year, and an easy fast to you, luxury or not.