The Blessing of Bounty

The blessing of bounty is a fragile one.

So you reap what was sown,

though the corners are not yours.

Harvest the last of summer's promise,

and live, for a time, only

sheltered by grace.

Look up! Look up!

The lattice-worked heavens

of sun and moon and stars

dapple your harvest

of paper chains and pasta art.

The blessing of bounty is a fragile one.

Harvest the wind, gusty with rain

and the first fruits of cold.

Sit with me for a timeless time,

and feel the earth beneath us.

Let us be sheltered by graceful impermanence.

The blessing of bounty is fragile,

But oh! what a glorious thing!

Omer, day 7

Omer, day 7

As I stare at the mess that is my kitchen, and I contemplate the discipline of cleaning it, I feel the overwhelming abundance of my life, the grand fullness of it.

And there, nestled in the midst of all that fullness, also lives the general chaos of life - of my life in particular - the chaos that is the opposite of control, the essence of crackling, crumbling, overwhelming fragility.

Abundance and fragility. With every breath: love and fear, full and sere, abundant fragility.

Once we were slaves, now we are free, to face liberation and redemption, the wilderness and the known, the leaving behind and the moving towards. Desert, water, life and war.

An intricate dance, abundantly fragile, in precarious, exquisite balance.

Shavua tov to all I love and hold dear xoxo