This is a week of abundance and lying fallow, of blessings and curses.
Here's my confession, realized just now: I rarely know the difference between these seeming opposites. There are times I cling to the things I *know* are abundant blessings, only to find, somewhere down a twisting road, they are the very things that hold me in place, that drain me, leave me barren.
And there are times that I run from what I know are curses and find out just how wrong my suppositions (and actions based on those) are.
And sometimes, I happen to be right at all - blessings are blessings, curses are curses, all's right with the world.
It's a crap shoot.
And here, on this leg of the journey, nearing the end, so close you can almost taste it, almost kiss it, it is Shabbat again.
And maybe, just maybe, everything I *know* about that holy, sacred place - is wrong. Maybe what I bring to it, because of what I know, changes it, makes it something it's not. And maybe, if I let it be, let it come and wash over me as it will, rather than grasping for it, pulling it close, holding it in motionless place -
I have no idea how to finish that, except perhaps to give thanks for the blessing of not knowing and letting be.
Shabbat shalom to all I love and hold dear xo
#counting the omer
- I write, mostly to keep my head from exploding. It threatens to do that a lot. My blog is the pixelated version of all the voices in my head. I tend to dive into what connects me to God, my community, my family and my doubt. I do a lot of searching, not as much finding. I’m good with that. I have learned, finally, to live comfortably in the gray. In the meantime, I wrestle with God, and my doubt and my joy.