Fall Waning Blood Moon
Got a new wedding ring yesterday. It came from Everything Jewish and has Hebrew lettering. Along with the too big for my ring finger ring Kate bought in Jackson Hole this summer, it replaces the original, now awaiting discovery by some lucky person. I can imagine some kid, years in the future, coming in and saying, “Hey, Mom. Look what I found!” A gift to the future from Vega the wonder dog.
This moves me one small step closer to the Jewish community, a place I’ve always felt comfortable. From what I know of Chinese and Jewish culture I could have been comfortable in either. Which is not to say that I’m uncomfortable in my American culture. I’m not.
