This past Shabbat we read the biblical story of Noah, the flood that destroyed every living thing except what was protected on the ark by Noah and his family. I wrote the words below on Thursday, after a meditation practice with my teacher Rabbi Nancy Flam drawn from this famous text. Pouring rain was the soundtrack to our silence.
All of the photos with the exception of the "semi-naked" trees taken the afternoon of our mini-flood, are from a walk the day prior, before the brunt of the storm hit. I needed to get out and walk, stay in shape for the CROP Walk this afternoon.
torn leaf draped on drain
heart shaped hole lets the rain through
life sustaining tears
It is still possible to make a contribution even though this year's walk is over, the need for food and clean water is not. http://