The first evidence of a sense of the divine in my life, occurred when I was very young; my simple belief in G-d, demonstrated by my bedtime routine of saying the Shema Yisrael, praying for the health of my family, kneeling on the staircase leading to my parent’s room.
Years later, as a new ager, I transitioned back to my religious upbringing, when I saw the beauty of eastern thought, reflected in Jewish mysticism. So, I crossed that bridge, finding myself even more aware of the expansive void, that I previously had no name to reckon as an actual entity.
In following the arduous path that I was called to traverse, sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy;° yet, this always proves to be temporary, like the transient sounds of the night, outside the tenement window of a city dweller’s sanctuary.
°Mary Oliver, Spring Azures