Ramadan

I am dreaming of that coffee in the picture. Sitting at a board retreat and I need more coffee. I literally stood in front of the coffee urn for about two minutes not knowing what to do when I realized there was no more coffee. I was desperate and did some weird combination of decaf and tea.
I usually am in bed around 8pm but went to a lovely birthday party last night and danced…a lot. I am now not only tired but can barely walk. It’s obvious that I had to get down to Rhianna but I apparently forgot that I am no longer in college. It was a lovely evening being surrounded by incredible women. A chance to rejuvenate.
Listening to folks talk about voting for Biden because he has more morals that Trump. Really? How about a response to the flour massacre, Genocide Joe?
I went to Jummah at the Northern Virginia Hebrew Congregation yesterday (the irony is not lost on me). A friend introduced me to one of her friends. I put my hand out and this beautiful woman said, no handshakes here, give me a hug. It was an incredible hug. One I needed.
Ramadan is upon us and yet again, I am not prepared. I am looking forward to suhoor with Zakaria. I also realize the kid will want to discuss Avatar, the Last Airbender at 5:00am. Yes, kiddo, what they did to Bumi was wrong. I wonder what Hadi would think of Avatar. He would be a pretty awesome Airbender…actually he would rock all bending.
I probably should go back to paying attention to this meeting before people notice my tears. They are happy ones…thinking about how happy Hadi would be each time I told him a donation came in to support others.
#ramadan #hugs #danceparty #freepalestine #airbender