Grateful to the angel

ב׳׳ה

Rabbi Simon said,  

“There is no plant without an angel in Heaven tending it and telling it, ‘Grow!'”

Genesis Rabba 10:7. 

A couple of months ago, there was a small thistle plant near the back gate of my patio.  And I was going to pull it out, as my boys and I use the back gate to access community green space and tennis courts.  But then, one morning, I noticed a rabbit eating the thistle plant’s leaves, and I decided we humans could step around the little thistle.  

Rabbit leaving after a thistle snack

Then, as the thistle grew and we began to get scratched on thorns when we used the door, baby rabbits began to visit, so I absolutely could not remove the “weeds” that were attracting them!!!  

Baby rabbit

After much rain and sun, and the urging of its angel in Heaven, the thistle now covers most of the walkway and is five feet (1.5 m) tall!  

And it blooms really beautiful purple flowers that attract hummingbirds and bees to drink from them…

And a rabbit still visits regularly, although I’m not sure if it’s the original adult or a grow-up baby…


My lease requires me to “maintain” my patio area, so I’m expecting my landlord to stop by one of these days and demand that I remove the thistle.  I doubt she would be swayed by my story of rabbits and the thistle’s angel in Heaven… but until it’s required, I’ll going to keep thanking the angel who grew the thistle that has brought so much beauty and life to our patio this summer!

shavua tov, a good week, to all, jen

HaMakom (“the place”)

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HaMakom
(“The Place”)

How can I express
what it is to experience
floating in “The Place” with no words,
where all discord harmonizes
into one perfect Unity and
The Mystery calls me its own Name?

To be in HaMakom
where there is only breathing
(and the One breathing is not mortal-me)
is to be transported
beyond time and space,
to where souls once were and will be.

There’s no need for signposts.
Past and future irrelevant,
transfixed in the Eternity of Now.
No directions to wander
when diffused through Infinity.
Nor feet that could touch solid ground.

There I’m forever,
no beginning or ending,
Eternal-Infinite breathing The Name.
I return awestruck and giddy,
with joy and peace overflowing,
mortal-me again forever changed.
 
 

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HaMakom
is Hebrew and literally means “the place.”  However, it is also a name for Gd.  And, as there is no place without Gd, any place can be The Place, if we are willing to open our hearts so that our eyes might see and our ears might hear. 

shavua tov, jen

Creation on display

ב׳׳ה

As I flew home from Florida on Tuesday afternoon, the magnificence of Creation was truly on display!   

The wind coming off the water in Ft. Lauderdale required that we take off flying east, sending us up over the beach. 


Out over the water, we made a 180* left turn . . . 


. . . which brought us back over land north of Ft. Lauderdale. 


 Before I knew it, we were over the swamps of the Everglades. 


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About 30 minutes later, I began to have a great view of the west coast of Florida, all the way from Sanibel Island . . . 


. . . past Tampa Bay . . . 


. . . up to the Panhandle . . . 


. . . where the Gulf water slowly disappeared from sight. 

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And there was evening, and there was morning, the sixth day. 

The Heaven and the Earth were finished, and all their array.  On the seventh day Gd finished the work that Gd had been doing, and Gd ceased on the seventh day from all the work that Gd had done.  And Gd blessed the seventh day and declared it holy, because on it Gd ceased from all the work of creation that Gd had done.

Genesis 1:31 -2:3. 

shabbat shalom, jen

Outside my door

ב׳׳ה

When I stepped out my door this morning, the clouds were amazingly beautiful, traveling in arches across the sky from the sun in the East to an eruption of pink clouds in the West.   I stood for a moment of wonder and awe at the lighting and the color . . . 

And then I saw the Moon, which nearly always dissolves my ego and leaves me standing humbled at my own smallness . . . 

Outside my door . . . a moment of grace to carry me through the day.
 
Baruch Hashem!