I had a completely restless night, literally void of any sleep whatsoever.

I tossed and turned – at 4:30 a.m. I stooped to literally counting sheep – to no avail. Too many things were racing through my head all night – and I’m not sure why. Not huge issues, but things that one thinks about, ya dig?

By 6:30 I had decided attempting sleep was futile, and got some reading done. Productive. Nice.

But the most beautiful part of this morning is without a doubt the sunrise I just watched. Something, in retrospect, I had never seen happen in these Hoosier skies. I hope to change that.
I’m off to wrap myself in tradition: in dangly white strings attached to a familiar shawl, and in leather straps and boxes containing Judaisms tenants. After watching that sunrise, to enter this day via the prayers Jews have davened to for thousands of years seems more fitting than usual.

A connection develops and strengthens with Gd; with Judaism; within my Jewish identity. A perfect beginning to this day.  I just hope there is a nap waiting for me this afternoon.

Blessed are you Adonai, who removes sleep from the eyes and slumber from the eyelids

Yom Tov L’kulam