The Awakening

I’m tackling a big subject today: one which is grounded in an insight which presented itself after a long period of silence and, as is so often the way, while I was doing something else entirely. It intrigues me how the intuitive seeds germinate in the darkness of the unconscious, growing, in obscurity, until they … More The Awakening

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The Wisdom of Trees

Have you ever noticed how much there is to be learned from Nature? On my solitary walks I observe many things, especially the beautiful trees abounding in my neighbourhood, and the more I examine these fellow beings we take so much for granted, the more miraculous they appear.  Their diversity is astonishing, incorporating so many … More The Wisdom of Trees

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The Indwelling

Nehunya ben HaKanah, a sage and mystic of the 1st and 2nd centuries CE, while writing of the Song of Songs, spoke of “the inner, hidden essence of the mundane world, which is the Shekhinah” (translation by Aryeh Kaplan). This is a well-known concept, but something in this simple sentence struck me anew.  It is … More The Indwelling

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Passover 2014

In Australia it is Autumn, when energy is contracting, the sap withdrawing to the heart-wood of the tree, when life sleeps, awaiting the coming of the long winter night. It is the time of Mitzrayim – of narrow places; time to reflect upon those things which have circumscribed growth and thriving and the wild, fecund … More Passover 2014

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The Riven Tree

Are you an angel? Or a prayer? Or is that, perhaps, The same thing? On my morning walk, I happened upon the vestiges of a tree which had been struck by lightning.  The sun had temporarily retreated behind the clouds and I stood for a while, intrigued by the shape of the remaining trunk.  Angels’ … More The Riven Tree

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Faded Ink

Today I am to officiate at a funeral for a woman who died last week at the venerable age of 98.  Most of the funerals I conduct are for the very elderly and, as I sit in pre-funeral conference with the families, I am privileged to hear the minutiae of the lives of those they … More Faded Ink

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