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Tuesday, September 25, 2012

For Giving



our essence ikar
returning to who we are
imperfect and good

life is for giving
 each precious breath a small death
emptied into ONE























It is taught that Yom Kippur is a rehearsal for our own death, a rehearsal for our own death. Walking outdoors this introspective week between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, observing my own heavy heart, I’ve also witnessed the world that is turning, making its own t’shuva, weeds bowing and drying, dying, the exquisite ballet known as autumn. Observing the woodlands and bogs preparing for winter’s silence and rest, a new awareness awakened in me; nature is for giving. Two separate, and intimately connected words; “for” “giving.” I don’t mean this in a gluttonous, exclusively for human consumption sort of way, no. I’ve watched seeds on fine silk tassels drifting aloft through azure skies, gifts from mother plants they were once attached to; one by one set free, released, they have stopped clinging- after all, they are for giving. Trees are spontaneously disrobing. Have you been awed as I have been by the graceful descent of crimson, gold and russet leaves as they pirouette in descent to the ground? Have you noticed the crunch and squish of nuts, berries and fruits generously surrendered for the benefit of squirrels, chipmunks, birds and other creatures to gather and eat, right beneath your feet?  This bounty is for giving and will sustain these animals through the cold months to come. Some nuts will not be eaten or stored in nests; instead they will be shrouded, buried in foliage and earth. With rain, snow, sun and time, the destiny of some will be to form roots in the darkness below, part of the process of becoming new plants two seasons from now. As the fruits are eaten and the animals digest what they need, more seeds will be scattered and later implanted into the soil perhaps to arise anew in spring. A strand of each mother tree or weed, her DNA, a fiber of her ikar, her essence is breathed nasham, planted, like a thread from the fabric of her “soul,” neshama, gossamer as silk tasseled seeds drifting aloft through azure skies, becoming part of something larger through the generous act of giving, releasing, letting go, not clinging to the habit of what she appeared to be on the surface, offering a part of herself to the expansive flow of ALL BEING; exhaling, dying, giving, inhaling, receiving, life sown anew.


To listen to these words and a bit more offered as a meditation practice visit Minucha B'Lev and click on the minuchablevyomkippur mp3 link.

g'mar chatima tova~ may you be sealed in the book of life

I will be offline again but will return:-)




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29 comments:

  1. you captured fall beautifully!!

    i hope you are feeling well laura and that you enjoy your holiday!!

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  2. Beautifully expressed , my friend.......the photos, as always, are spectacular. This post was a feast for eyes, mind and spirit.

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  3. A blessed Yom Kippur to you, Laura. Stay well.

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  4. May you be inscribed for another year-


    Aloha from Honolulu,

    Comfort Spiral
    =^..^=

    > < } } ( ° >

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  5. Beautifully expressed and written Laura.

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  6. Best wishes on Yom Kippur and always. Gmar Chatima Tova.

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  7. "seeds on fine silk tassels drifting aloft" .... What a beautiful picture I have in my mind!

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  8. Lovely words, lovely vision from the loveliest of hearts. Divine Light prepares such bounty of blessing in and through you.

    It is getting chill down South of you, but only little of the New England Autumn you bring me images of... I am trying to "hold on" to a bit of summer though she is tilting over the path to kiss other lands, as she must.

    Blessings and Peace to your world.

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  9. lovely...wonderful pictures of the marvel that is nature...and in your verse...i really love...

    life is for giving
    each precious breath a small death
    emptied into ONE

    great and beautiful truth...

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  10. It is quite true with rain, snow, sun and time, the destiny of some will be to form roots in the darkness below, part of the process of becoming new plants two seasons from now.Click HereBeautifully expressed

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  11. love the theme of your poem,
    nature is for giving too.

    check our short story slam challenge today.

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  12. Such gorgeous photography again, Laura. You truly have a gift with your camera, as well as with words.

    Wishing you a blessed Yom Kippur.
    And peace, always.
    xoxoxo

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  13. Delicious photos with exquisite fall colors. beautiful leaves.

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  14. I love, love the pictures! I've also learned a new word for the day! Thanks for sharing your poetry and pics with us.

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  15. Again, I find serenity in looking at the photos and reading the poetry in your page.

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  16. You have again perfectly captured in words and pictures the essence of an indescribable season of change ... of birth, death, waiting. Of hearts within hearts.

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  17. Hoping that your Yamim Noraim have been a time of growth and strength for you.

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  18. Loved your autumn pictures and thought filled words.

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  19. Wow. I am going to need to come back to this to drink it all in. What depth you've shared, with the meanings of Yom Kippur and ikar. And the photos - wow. Be still my heart.

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  20. We, as human beings, usually don't mimic nature, but we should. Nature teaches us, by the 'giving' that you suggest, that to let go and give is a part of being alive and well. The plants get a return to life, as we will, when we live naturally, letting our feelings guide us. Great stuff!

    Peace

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  21. This is so lovely and so much in where my mind is at. I am sorry I have not been visiting blog as much since my Mother's cancer diagnosis this month. Everything needs attention and her time is short. I hope you are feeling OK. Fall is not my best time of year...stay well..hugs.. Michelle

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  22. Laura, your words have opened my eyes to so many ideas, layered on and within each other. Your photos are filled with visual spirit-messages, and are such a pleasure to see... thank you for this. blessings to you, always.

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  23. Laura, I must say that whenever I see your shared photos I fell really blessed and happy...the way you represent your photos is really really awesome...thanks :)

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  24. Beautiful shots! So many colors and textures.

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  25. I love your work Laura. Your our photos tell a story--and your words unfold from them--Beautiful.

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  26. Dear Laura,
    Your images and words were balm to my sore soul today. Thank you.
    ~Kim

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  27. I agree: Life is for giving. What we hold on to, we lose.

    I’m late making the rounds from Haiku My Heart Friday. Apologies!

    Words to the Wise

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  28. Love the intense autumnal colours in these photographs.

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