Yes, it’s hot. Yes, there is road construction (and really poor signage) that makes getting to the Duke campus tricky. Yes, planes are late, luggage is lost, But we’re here, and it’s CAJE, and that’s good. We’re learning, we’re schmoozing, greeting old friends, making new ones. There’s music, dacing, art, Torah, teaching, and more. Lots of people here-more than usual, for this Shabbat at CAJE, which is intended to honor Eliot Spack as he approaches his final months as Executive Director.
It’s quite amazing-the transition that’s possible. "Out of the nowhere, and into the here" to borrow a Star Trek line. We’re in the mudane, the quotidian. Registering, dragging our luggage to rooms, finding our way around an unfamiliar campus. And then, all of a sudden, you’re in a different space, place and time. You’re with your chaverim, your extended misphacha and suddenly, it’s CAJE, and you’re in a different frame of mind. You become a sponge, soaking in all the wisdom just oozing out of every pore. (If you’re lucky, you’ve cooled off enough from the air conditioning that it’s only the wisdom oozing outPardon me while I soak in some ozze. More later.