But the curtains were drawn tight, bathing the corners of their quarters in inky black. Even the mirrors were covered, holey sheets thrown over them. Mar Jacobi's children sat on low stools. Their round faces were blank, stiff as concrete statues.
Mourning a loved one is hardly the most pleasant of activities, but for those participating in the Jewish ritual of sitting shiva, it can offer much-needed comfort -- and even be enjoyable. Speaking about her grandmother's recent death,
July 2, 2102. I was grateful for the meditative quality of painting almost-repetitive patterns yesterday as I completed "Conversation Connections Number 3" thinking, and then not thinking about Darwin-the-Cat. 18 years is a long time for a cat, and she was my pal for nearly 1/3 of my life. If you sit Shiva for a person for a week, I suppose that two days must suffice for a cat.