Rosh Hodesh

New Moon, New Month. After yesterday's fast I am pure. This is not liek saying I feel pure, and this is nothing, I don't think, like the Christian sense of purity. I do not feel forgiven, or justified, or better. After the last two days of the esbat, the shit is shed, the webs are cut, and I can go on to do what must be done in the next twenty-eight days. The Jewish prayer is, "May God grant us a blessed month," but it's really a blessed moon, and not month. Like the Druidic and Islamic calendars, the Jewish year is lunar. I did not shed old blood, I shed old ways, and now we move on to the new ones.