Waking up day after day with a sore throat, susceptible to infections, getting more than your share, a throat when swallowing could use a salt water gargle to ease pain. Wishing the pain will go away, a caring mother in my family who asks me everyday "How is your throat?"
Having the largest most formidable neck and throat being a Taurus the bull in my zodiac sign. "Strong as bull?" they would ask me. A throat that is larger than all other body parts. A long esophagus extending from the chin to the torso.
Feeling today like a Red Hiefer, a bull of one color, a red colored bull with no black or white hairs. A perfect bull, as perfect as a bull can be. "A Bull in a China shop," broken glass everywhere, a November 9th as I see it, the Night of Shattered Glass. My Grandfather Hyman Ginsburg died on November 9th, years after the Shattered Glass Crimes but on the same date. My Grandmother Celia died just before Rosh Ha' Shannah. These are the deaths I mourn. Also my Mother's family, many are in my prayers of The Kaddish.
A Jewish Valentine's Day today. Knowing love is important but not all there is. A brain not to follow a heart, but a heart to follow a brain. Use your brain to tell your heart what to do, not to use your heart to dictate and mislead your brain.
The pleasure to keep a serious mood of the intellect, and not wasteful useless frivolity.
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