We spent Thursday enjoying the mild autumn weather and went on a long walk in the national forest adjacent to our development, exploring pathways that we had not tried before. We noticed that the Scrub Oak and Aspen are turning, making patches of bright color among the evergreen Pinyon Pine, Juniper and, higher up, the Ponderosa. As our ancestors lingered in the weakening sun of mid-autumn, so do we, knowing that soon, soon winter will be upon us.
The past few days, we have spent time outdoors and time inside, catching our breaths and catching up with our lives in ordinary time. Today I spent the afternoon catching up on reading for my psychology class. Bruce winterized the coolers and is piecing out a section of the floor, glad to work on the floor after a "holy day hiatus."
On Friday, we will celebrate Rosh Chodesh Cheshvan--the new moon of Cheshvan. Some people call the coming month 'Mar-Cheshvan' --bitter Cheshvan--because it is the only month on the Hebrew calendar that has no other holidays except Shabbat. I think of it more as 'Cheshvan Menucha'--restful Cheshvan--because it is nice to look forward to some ordinary time before we need to celebrate another holiday.