The sound of the shofar calls to us from the realm of ancient longing.
Which though seemingly back there.
Is actually, here.
In the moment we remove the veil of forward and back
And decide, instead to face life as is.
Yes, all of it.
New Moon
New Year
and mourning.
Each of these like a note in the chorus of our living.
Daring us to listen to the power of the blast.
And with all that is in and around us, to receive each moment as a life-giving gift and a symphony of awe.
Which though seemingly back there.
Is actually, here.
In the moment we remove the veil of forward and back
And decide, instead to face life as is.
Yes, all of it.
New Moon
New Year
and mourning.
Each of these like a note in the chorus of our living.
Daring us to listen to the power of the blast.
And with all that is in and around us, to receive each moment as a life-giving gift and a symphony of awe.
