Senaida, My Rabbi  

Source. Pexels. Polina Tankilevitch, Photographer

by LJ Frank





Showers from the sun illuminated the synagogue. Rabbi Senaida noticed me enter the room and we greeted each other with a kiss on the cheeks then sat down within arm’s reach.

Senaida, which means Yahweh is gracious, spoke first.

I’m sorry about late last night.

What are you talking about?

Well, I apologize for entering your dream without notice…but I thought it was imperative. 

What? I don’t recall you in my dream which admittedly was quite vivid for the most part yet at times rather abstract and blurry.

I was the woman in the long black dress and the ankle strapped high heels standing on the terrace looking at you as you slowly breathed in the fragrance of the glass of red wine you were holding close to your nose. And after the first sip you looked toward the open French doors to the outside where I was standing, and…

That was you?