Today is Saturday.
What did you do?
I went to Shacharit for the first time ever on Hannaton.
After the 50 minute special chanting service, I snuck out before the Torah was taken out.
I walked home.
I drank coffee.
I meditated in the morning sun.
I grabbed my phone, put it on “silent” and walked back up the hill to meet my neighbors for Kiddush.
I got there only after the prayers were spoken.
I chatted with a friend. About Facebook.
I continued my walk with my phone in my pocket, took it off “silent.”
I meditated in the afternoon sun.
I waved to my neighbors walking their dog.
I found God … in a patch of flowers.
In a moth resting along a forgotten wall.
I thought about my yesterday and my tomorrow.
I said out loud quiet prayers of gratitude that my children are healthy.
I breathed in deep.
I said “thank you” to the sun.
I ate a quiet lunch alone.
I moved closer to the computer.
I opened up a window.
I moved my fingers across rows of raised letters.
I reached out to you.
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Is this Judaism?
Is this religion?
Is this observance?
Is this prayer?
Is this devotion?
What do you call this religion of mine?
I call it
A Saturday-morning buffet