#BlogElul 17: Awaken

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Last night was rife with
disturbed/disturbing sleep
nightmares attacking
relentlessly/mercilessly
old trauma flying in
flashing/slashing
understanding slipping away
eluding/excluding.

This morning I awoke
to an awakening
realizing that sometimes
the unfathomable
is simply meaningless
there is no meaning
trying will necessarily
end in torment.

Calm descended
I arose refreshed
as though awakening
from a sound sleep.


I’ve decided to participate for the first time in #blogElul, which I have followed for a few years. I’ve never had the courage to get my feet wet – this year, I’m jumping into the deep end of the pool! Check out some of the amazing  themed posts geared around the work and joy of Elul – of introspection and reflection in the days leading to the High Holy Days (Organized by Ima Bima.) You can read last year’s and this year’s #blogElul posts via the Elul tag.

About armsakimbobook

I'm a mother, a lawyer, a feminist, a writer, a potter, and an inveterate and unapologetic New Yorker. My book, Arms Akimbo: A Journey of Healing, tells of my journey of healing over a number of years, learning to live a full life after I was molested by my father at a very young age. I live in Maynard, MA, with my wife and and our two moose-cats, Samson and Hercules. My daughter used to live with me part-time, but she's all grown up now and in her junior year of college, which I can't quite fathom, since she was born about five minutes ago...
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