I am still recovering from the air travel, the work and the constant stream of activity.
But it's really nice to be home.
I am also reeling from the election results. Whether we like it or not, the next President of the United States will be a man who has freely admitted abusing women and refuses to distance himself from hate groups who have declared open season on Jews, LGBT people and people of color. His election has inspired hate crimes of intimidation and assault across the country (including the latest Nazi graffiti and threats against a family here in the Portland metro area yesterday).
I admit that, in the wake of hundreds of posts urging me to "action" and "resistance" I am reduced nearly to tears, for my country, for my Jewish community, for my family and for me.
I admit that last night, I had a moment of crisis: What am I doing here? What am I supposed to be doing, with my gifts, my skills, my head and heart? What does God, the Universe and life require of me now?
In the absence of a clear answer to the contrary, I guess I will keep plugging along with what I'm doing -- creating beauty through music and prayer, and inspiring future generations through teaching. That's what I've got. I hope that it will be enough. And if it's not, I hope a better answer will become clear.