The path to boundless love

After days of counting up and planning we’ve arrived. It doesn’t seem like a coincidence that we made our way to the place where Michael and I stood under the chuppah almost thirteen years ago as the holiday of Shavuot began, a sacred day of standing under the chuppah with God at Sinai. Michael and I stood under a chuppah, which was under a tree, and on a point expanding out into the waters of the Pudget Sound. The chuppah features a vibrant Tree of Life designed by a dear family friend. It has hung on the wall in our home sanctuary where I’ve led services and connected as best as we can in a year of rupture.

And like a wedding, or any kind of covenantal moment, there is a kind of anticipatory counting up, arriving, and affirming. I’ve enjoyed the centering practice of Omer counting and felt sadness it came to a conclusion. Like a divine messenger, a friend and colleague (thank you Rabbi Nancy Kasten) recently sent along a meditation practice that spans 21 days (chopracentermeditation.com) focused on Activating the Divine Feminine. Today, the mediation explored our power to heal through loving awareness, a boundless love that emanates from within and felt when we awaken to the interconnected-ness of all nature. The mantra was Aham Prema (My nature is love) and soon I found myself chanting Ahavah Rabbah, the great and full love of God that has been a source of healing though time. Through the wilderness, though rupture, through the devastating uprooted ness of life. And through it all, Shechinah continues to welcome us back home, to continue on the path of boundless love with Her.