Releasing into the knowledge
I am loved.
How can I recognize the bubble of grace
Enveloping my loved ones
before it pops?
Tears of relief in the ER.
Tonight is the third night of the Omer
The jewel in the crown
Within my heart, the heart of her birthmother.
Love made whole;
it’s nested hearts all the way down.
My city’s incredible compassion for each other as we persevere.
Our tiny one seeks the balance to activity, asleep on my chest.
The splendid moment when Israel would cross the Jordan shines at the heart of 40 years in wilderness.
To persevere calls for saying no to a thousand distractions, separating the essential from the frivolous.
Baby’s development requires steering away from, as well as toward.
For Israel to reach Milk and Honey, an extra measure of wandering is required.
The tender shoot draws unbounded potential, pushing to break through hard spring ground.
As my daughter learns to overcome gravity, I lovingly nudge her in the right direction.
Israel’s ability to withstand Amalek draws from the eternal flow of love.
Breathing into balance. Letting beauty permeate into the core.
Watching my dad cuddle my child, age balanced with youth, Its beauty washing through me.
The indwelling presence of God settles deep in the heart of Israel during the Shemitah year.
Apologies to my daily omer readers… Life happens. Rather than catching up right now, I’ll continue on the cycle. L’shalom.