Flying, fluttering, as a bird of many different colored feathers, jumping and speeding off the ground, into a world that has all been given to me as a gift from G-d, a nest of firmly built walls, no penetrations no destructions, walls like the Wailing Wall, thick yellow bricks, the House That Jack Built.
A House of diversity of several colors and kinds, a House of Levi, a House built by Solomon, a Third Temple as grounds existing no matter where I put my foot, all these gifts from G-d given to me because He feels my love for Him.
Showered, but not at a baby shower, showered with the natural waters of a mikvah, showered with her tears as she cried to me about her mother's passing and after a good cry was all smiles and thanks.
Showing compassion to the wounded, binding their wounds, disinfecting them from germs, giving understanding and a listening ear, opening a wound so it heals stronger and further than it did before, scar tissue so thick it can never be torn.
She lives and loves and this all takes place besides me in Jack's House, in the House of Solomon.
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