Days of Awe

As I sat in prayer with the Chochmat Halev community on erev Yom Kippur, I drew this.

At dance we sometimes brush each other, to cleanse and ground. I like to end by putting my hands on their feet, to feel the connection to the earth.

I wrote my first poem last night:

In my dance:

I am witnessed
I witness others

I receive
I offer

I love
I am loved

I am open
I can forgive

I can choose not to let fear color my beautiful precious moment of now
I can trust that I shall do whatever has to be done to stay present, open, and healthy.