Much like the Sunday after Easter, today is Low Sunday., the Sunday after the Feast of Sukkot and its ending at Smichat Torah. There are other things to come, but not today. It certainly if getting off to a low start. After Narthex all I could do was sleep, and it was a very long progress toward bathing and being able to do the Communion Rire. Having done it, I barely perceived it. Today will be a day of not doing, a day when its okay to understand our weakness and I do have to say that every few moments or hours, I am hit with a cold wind of the perception of my own weakness, my deed to delve back into my practice and find my root.
Today is a special day of dedication to Our Lady of the Waters. Today we are still remembering the joy of being on her shores and how she never forsakes us. Winter is coming, not like when foolish people said it in summer to feel macabre, but in earnest, and all the attendant worries about it are coming as well.
This Sunday we rest, but we ready ourselves for the mystery of the Reflective Feast of Benziten, when we will rejoice in reading and writing as a sacred act, and dedicate written works into the Lady's hands.
Benziten Mistress of Words
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