40 words of Omer

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.

Davenning with a little one in tow who can’t seem to sleep today without someone next to her. #energeticallysensitve

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.

Even balance has its balance; the gemstone its fiery heart.

Sleeping, her hand on my heart, the sweet center of centers opens my heart and hers.

God gives Israel the holy of holies as a gift: gift within a gift.

Harmony is made sweeter with each distinct voice within heard.

Tumbling in tightly held play with my child: the magic in the moment of looking at each other between passes.

God and Israel: distance reminds us of the whole’s sweetness.

Balance starts with a spark of compassion for all parts of yourself, shadow and light.

I give my child a sense of beauty in the world by starting with lovingkindness.

Israel’s relationship with God comes into balance on love’s beams.