In the midst of 25 hours without food or water, after a very quiet intense Kol Nidre cry, and a slow walk home with the waxing moon lantern bright, I allowed myself to write 3 things down.
(traditionally you don’t write on Jewish festival rest days because it’s an act of creation)
I have never been so in love with the world on Yom Kippur.
Change is my grounding point.
Forgive me for those places I learned to give myself away as the price of love.