The Moon of Adar I in Leap years (February-March) 

As the earth wrestles...
as life turns tumultuous...
you call...
 

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HaRachaman,

You Who brims full of love for me...
You Who holds me tenderly...
Who's ever pregnant with possibilities,
marvels, wisdoms...
You remind me
that living in a world solely of movement,
unbalances me.

 

You Who cares so passionately...
You remind me this moon gently, firmly,
how mundane living
can blind me...
steal away my seasons...
rob me of my sense of rhythm...
and that now,
is the time to realign.

HaRachaman,
You Who Mothers me each moment,
You give me the gift of Adar I.

Adar I is commonly plain.
She appears without celebration or song.
She comes unadorned,
and in her simplicity,
she speaks to me.

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To slow down...
To return to ways of living with spirit
that restore me...

To slow down...
To remember to sense the earth...
   feel her soil beneath my feet...
   her soft loam steadfastly nurturing life...
   sustaining me...
You remind me
    to see the ground upon which I stand
    as holy...containing sparks of aliveness...

 

To slow down...
To remember to sense my body...
   feel the miracles lying within me...
   the soft winds blowing through my being...
   the golden light shimmering in my core...
You remind me
   to see my inner lands from which I move,
   as holy...containing sparks of magnificent beauty...

HaRachaman,
You Who love so deeply,
lovingly lead me back to myself...

Quietly remind me 
   of my need
   to sculpt space for my soul...

That I might sing my song once more...
   the song only I can sing,
HaRachaman.

 

 

Photography Credit

Kathy Berendt