Not at the seashore on a wintry day, the cold blasts of wind fly off the surface of the lake water and chill the body as in an electric freezer, a storage container to freeze fresh meat. The sandy surface of the lakeshore grits under one's feet, sticking to the tread of the soles of the shoes, wet, thick, bunching up like piles of dust to be brushed off to have clean shoes again.
The freezing draft sails through one's scarf and hat, windy like a song of cutting coldness, not thriving on discomfort, needing positive attention, not the brutality of causing coldness to the body.
Pulling one's scarf tighter around the cheeks, cold cheeks, freezing cheeks, red as if pinched like the cheeks of a Scandinavian dancer, a blonde with rosy cheeks. Fiery red cheeks, high cheek bones like an American Indian, tribal face make-up it is not, the trace of color caused by searing cold winds, it is.
Rough hands, stuffed in gloves, cold weather rashes smoothed and cured by healing lotions, moisture conditioning the skin, a concealment of skin pores to not enflame in redness and itchiness, hands to stay gentle and active as we work with our hands, to keep us productive.
Hebrew hand washing blessings chanted to keep purified paws, fingers without germs, active hands and purified fingertips, nails well-trimmed, a writer's tool is in his hands, typing words to talk.
Brainstorming in a winter storm always having something to say, to heal, to cure, to be of some help.
Hashiveinu Adonai! which in English is translated as "Help us G-d!"
Nimble fingers on a piano keyboard, music to dance, to sing, to praise G-d, to thank G-d, and so this is how we are to be healed, to be happy and content, to love and to be loved by G-d.
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