Meeting people from the other rabbinic cohorts.
Putting faces with Twitter handles and email addresses.
At an icebreaker, "outing" myself as a reader of speculative fiction.
(Also as a congregational rabbi and a writer.)
Watching the Superbowl with a room full of rabbis.
Hooting and hollering at the football and the commercials alike.
Sipping whiskey with a friend from far away.
Davening shacharit (morning prayer) b'tzibbur (in community).
Remembering, all in a flash, davening in that same room four years ago.
Meeting people whose work I have long admired.
Talking, in small groups, about political pluralism and whether / how it's possible.
Chatting about poetry with a fellow-poet rabbinic school friend.
Studying Hasidic texts of passionate pluralism.
Being amazed by their radical welcome and openness.
Studying texts on how blessings turn the forbidden into the permitted.
Tweeting back and forth with RWB fellows who are here, and RWB fellows who aren't here (and tagging it all #rwbclal).
Enjoying dinner conversation about growing up as geeks who love Judaism.
Being with other rabbis who are thoughtful about our rabbinates.
Sitting by the fireside surrounded by quiet conversations and laptops.
Thinking about finding the partial truth in things with which I disagree.
Making midrashic message-driven trash art out of broken cell phones, paint, beads, and clay.
Returning to my room, exhausted from a long day but grateful to be here.
Taking Nyquil and heading for bed.