Something for Today
Became kvatter this morning at the brit milah of the firstborn and only son of K & B, two beautiful women and dear dear friends. Never been front row on a circumcision before and I am not a believer or supporter of those types of procedures on boys or girls but was touched in a profound way that I don't really understand. The mohel was amazing and very soothing for both mothers and son and I'm still sort of amazed at the warm reverb of power of everything I saw pulsing deep inside me. Even now. I mean he stopped crying when the mohel started singing the prayers and never made another peep. I don't know. Shit freaks me out and much ritual fails in small ways for me but this was different. Lox and coffee, canes and bowties. Blood. Tears. Something for today.