From 663d093b95929cddc75badb38e7bb9cb67c72691 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Rye Progress Date: Wed, 6 Nov 2024 14:36:44 -0800 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/what-right-have-I/001.html | 5 +++-- 1 file changed, 3 insertions(+), 2 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/what-right-have-I/001.html b/writing/post-self/what-right-have-I/001.html index ce925f6f8..a502dbae3 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/what-right-have-I/001.html +++ b/writing/post-self/what-right-have-I/001.html @@ -52,10 +52,11 @@

“It is my honor to announce… ah, to announce that it is now Yom HaShichzur. Today is the day of our restoration and… ah, and the first celebration of our return to life. May we take this day every year, the 41st day, February tenth, to… ah, to rejoice with each other that we are here, that despite the wills of others who would have otherwise, we are still here.” I bow once more and gesture at the open space before the stage, cueing the oneirotects standing to the side to dream up the banquet that will be our first feast. “Chag sameach.”

And now, I am free. I linger a polite five seconds on the stage before turning and stepping down the stairs, carefully making sure that I walk unhurried, to pad back to the synagogue, to my office, to comfort and softness and the dark beneath my desk.

There will be merriment or tears. There will be feasting and chatting or small, awkward silences. I do not know. I do not care. I will not be there. This has been too much, and the tensions are high.

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The synagogue itself is a relatively small building built into the side of a hill — the hill on top of which we had our gathering —

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The synagogue itself is a relatively small building built into the side of a hill — the hill on top of which we had our gathering — a sharp-gabled building that can easily be confused for a house from the front, but which rambles down the hill behind that facade in a sprawling complex of meeting rooms, community rooms, classrooms, and bedrooms for newly uploaded Jews who found themselves in need or want of a place to stay where they might be comfortable.

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It is a place that has become my home in so many ways, for yes, that is where my congregation meets, and yes, that is where my office is, but, like those newly-uploaded, it is also where I live. I have taken up permanent residence in a room beside my office. It is cozy and small, and consists of little else beyond a beanbag for reading on and a bed for sleeping on, but it is mine in what I feel is a very me way.