I feel like somone out of Fiddler on the Roof, in terms of the way I've come to depend on tradition for comfort and relaxation, for a sense of life going on. Friday night, after having buried Liam's beloved first dog the day before, the family literally rolled back the rug, pushed the table out of the way, and danced to klezmer music for an hour after diinner. i felt so good in a very physical, deep way, laughing and physically tired, but eased out of tension and sadness. I stay in my head so much of hte time. I really am thankful for any tradion or ritual that lets me fall into relaxed happiness.