Showing posts with label Trying to find my way. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Trying to find my way. Show all posts

Saturday, December 26, 2015

What the Hell is Self-Care and When Can I Get Started on the Important Stuff?

There are so many amazing and prolific bloggers.

I, on the other hand, have several draft posts that continue to stymie me. Yesterday, I surprised myself by beginning and completing a post within an hour of waking up. It included a prayer for help in creating a better life.

Altar at Kohenet website
The immediate fruit of that prayer was that I finally wrote an application to the Kohenet Hebrew Priestess Institute. The program’s application consists of eight simple questions, but each of my earlier four drafts had been an emotional struggle that I lost. Trying to answer them is painful and I don't know why.

I hope my prayer will bear additional fruit. I have several goals for the next eleven months.

I spent half of this past year living in cheap hotels with no idea of when my aliyah visa would arrive; the physical stresses of “homelessness” eventually began to exceed even the mental stresses so I decided to sign a one-year lease for an apartment in Tucson. One goal I have for this time in Tucson is to improve my Hebrew, but there are other less easily verbalized goals. Some of them were expressed in that prayer.

I asked for community. Although I came down with another (rather serious) illness shortly after I arrived, I’ve taken advantage of some of the opportunities available here: attending several Torah study groups, accepting an invitation to a very pleasant Shabbos dinner, going to my first Heathen ritual, and volunteering to prepare and serve a Christmas dinner at a half-way house.

Unfortunately, I haven’t recovered enough to dive fully into the community. In fact, I’m still too worn out to do much of anything. (It's scary. The only time I've know someone to be this exhausted was when my father was only months away from dying.)  One of the things I mentioned in my prayer post yesterday was a new-age term that I usually eschew: self love. I also used the cliché, “You can't love and care for others unless you first love and care for yourself.”

Medieval Cat Tarot
But how much time do I have to spend caring for myself before I can start weaving my new life? The term “self care” is both annoying and overused. A hot bath now and then is all the self care that I usually need. But it’s not enough now, so perhaps learning self care needs to be one of my goals, part of the metaphorical tapestry I asked to weave.

Yesterday, I pulled a tarot card that indicates I must take (more!) time to heal. I’m not an alpha personality by any means, but spending more time in warm pajamas, only sleeping and eating, while just waiting to feel better sounds like torture.

Could it be that waiting in my pajamas is not the healing I need? Walking and hiking are two of my favorite activities and my body is aching for them. However, my energy is so low now that after an easy, twenty minutes walk, I need a couple of hours of sleep. Maybe I need to sacrifice a few hours of wakefulness each day for the sake of a pleasant walk?

The thing that drew me to Lofn’s shrine was the word “permit.” I want to be the one that grants permission for me to act. I want to permit myself to follow my path. I guess I need to permit myself to be a baby, tooand I probably need to view it is as something better than “being a baby.”

So while Lofn is "dressing the loom" for me, I’ll rest and heal. Walk and sleep.

Friday, December 25, 2015

Handmaiden of a Northern Goddess

Loom and Thread by Carl Larsson

How do I reconcile worshiping only HaShem and his Shekhinah with my awareness that other gods are real? I don't. Not "all the gods are one god" and the gods of other tribes are worth talking to.

I've been working with just one exercise in a book by Raven Kaldera and Galina Krasskova. Raven maintains an online shrine dedicated to the gods of his Northern Tradition.

An aspiration this morning took me to Raven's shrine to light a candle to a goddess. Who are Frigg's handmaids, I wondered. The word "permission" drew me and I learned the story of the goddess Lofn. Her story was lost to people until Linda Demissy asked the Handmaidens to share it with her.

It's a good story, not just for star crossed lovers, but for anyone seeking "right love." You should read it here.

This is a prayer Linda wrote for those who seek Lofn's counsel.
I am the child in chains, chafing to be free.
I am the woman wounded, by the wrath of my chosen.
I am the kid expecting a beating, cannot run or fight.
I am the boy of bravery, become a bully to feel strong.

I am the wife beaten to death, wondering why as I die.
I am the heart humiliated, who has no hope of help.
I am the one repeatedly raped, what did I do wrong?
I am the son hiding his bruises, so shame will stay secret.

I am the victim of violence, violated in my trust,
Swollen red, silently screaming “walk away!”
Walk away from anger, walk away from hurt.
Walk away when I would shame my ancestors.

I will not lash out, at my love or myself.
I will cry for my hurt, hug my own scars.
Ghosts of my bullies, to your graves be bound,
I release you now, sink to rise nevermore.

By Hela’s grace, may I be reborn.
By Lofn’s cleansing, I reclaim my heart. 
The forbidden love is love of self. Seeking "right love" means recognizing abusers and not confusing them with friends. At the risk of a cliché, you can't love and care for others unless you first love and care for yourself. 

Before I lit a real candle and the virtual candle at Lofn's shrine, I wrote these words:  

Lofn, permit me and aid me.

Spin the yarn. Dress the loom and place my hands upon it. Teach me to reweave my life with strong threads. Warp and weft. Confidence and competence. Shuttle and shot. Friendship and community. Cross and draft. Priestesshood and service.

Help me discard a veil of shame and silence. Guide me to weave a garment for dancing in vineyards. May it be the colors of gratitude, playfulness, and laughter. May its fringes remind me of my path.

I will offer comfort to the hurt and encourage speech in those who have been silenced. I will name the bullies and sing the praises of those who defeat them.

I will remember you, Lofn, and I will bless the divine presence.

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

A New Beginning

The stress of the last few months took its toll; shortly after I moved into my (very nice) apartment in Tucson, I had to go to an urgent care clinic. The antibiotics have helped quite a bit, but I'm very worn out and not accomplishing much.

Yesterday, I attended a really good Torah study at one of the Conserative shuls. One of the last things we discussed was Joseph's wife, Asnat, and why the rabbis decided she must have been Dinah's daughter. All of Israel's children needed to be in Egypt for redemption, so the two "half-tribes" of Ephraim and Menashe "must" be the grandsons of Dinah as well as the sons of Joseph. 

(I'd never noticed that the word Yisrael includes the first letter of each matriarch's and partriarch's name.) 

In the afternoon, I ran some important errands and unpacked the fleishig dishes. It could have been a productive evening... instead, after setting up my wifi, I surfed for many unproductive hours. Slept late this morning and somehow accomplished nothing today except the purchase of a table to use as a desk. Just that little bit has worn me out so I will wait until next Tuesday to see what the Talmud study group is like.

There are three more Torah study groups and I plan to attend. They meet on Wednesday and Shabbat.

The rabbi at one other shul invited me to join them for services this erev Shabbat. Yesterday, someone warned me they are "very" Reform and continued on to one of those superiority rants, so I plan to like that community very much.

And this coming Shabbat morning, another Reform shul is having services and a hike in Sabino Canyon.

Haven't seen much of Tucson yet, but I already know I'll like it a lot! People are friendly.

Chanukah has been a self-dedication for me.

I've decided to spend this year pursuing things that may seem impractical: studying Hebrew, learning Torah, community service, writing, hiking, and Kohenet training.  

November 27

Last Friday, preparing for Shabbat, I put my pre- and post-Deuteronomist Judaisms side by side. I wonder how my altar will change over the coming year.

December 13

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Tentative reflections about the "gods"

The Torah reminds us to embrace our own experiences.
We should not rely on someone else's experience of the divine.
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I'm happy when I read one blogger's frequent, exuberant, and still-surprised exclamations that the gods are real. However I'm uncomfortable about adopting the idea myself as I feel some cynicism about religion.

My goal a year ago was to attempt to see reality as clearly as humanly possible. A human being can't help being a bundle of beliefs, but I wanted to try to remove as many of the blinders as I could.

Any belief system can blind us to what's real; religion is just the most obvious offender. Religion can be dangerous because it may lead us to ignore our own consciences as we conform to its doctrines; it may even keep us from “following our bliss.” Religious leaders (at their best) may focus on preserving religion as if the religion itself the ultimate value, or (at their worst) use religion to enhance their own authority and power.

I wanted to be rational and clear headed but found that I am inherently spiritual. (Perhaps if I had been taught biology or some other science in grade school, I would be more rational.) 


So last year, I decided that seeking an unmediated experience of the natural world was the way to remain free of religion while allowing myself to be what I am: spiritual. I joked that my practice was a cross between Richard Dawkins and Starhawk.

Of course, thinking that the natural world is the ultimate reality is a belief. 
 
Although that attempt has shown me much beauty and has been beneficial, I find it's easy to loosen my grip on that focus. So far, I haven't slipped back as far as organized religion, but I've been thinking about gods a lot lately.

When I responded to a challenge to write about a god, Hestia was the second to come to mind. (How could I possibly speak about HaShem?) As I wrote, I began to consider the possibility that she might be more than a psychological archetype.

Rhyd wrote about my post, "She states that she doesn't feel she can experience a god at the level of certain others. But she does." 

 
I considered this for a while and realized, "Yes, I have experienced Hestia. Deeply." But I'm not sure what "she" is. I don't want to think of her as a god, but have I experienced her as a god? 


I compared my attitude toward her to my attitude toward other some other… things/ideas/beings and was surprised by what I learned.

Nature

My friend, Mary Belmore, coined the phrase “Force and Source of Life.” No name, no image, no god, and no doctrines. The ultimate. 


Nature has touched me. As a child, I loved the time from late afternoon until sunset, when the changing light of the lowering sun seemed to transform the world into another realm, a magical one. As a teenager, impressed into a month-long camping trip, I lost myself in the outdoors, completely forgetting myself as I gazed at trees, clouds, and rivers, and as I breathed the icy air. 


I want to return to those experiences of nature that I had when I was younger. I idealize them as Wordsworth did his.

Kali

Many years ago, seeing for the first time an image of the Hindu goddess, Kali, gave me a powerful sense of love and safety. Then my conscious mind registered the image itself; it was a particularly horrific depiction of the goddess of the cremation grounds, gnawing on the entrails of the child she was standing upon. Despite that, my initial feelings of intimacy remained even after studying the image many times. 



When I described this experience to one of my pagan roommates, he warned me to stay away from dangerous gods like Kali. So I did.

Trelane?

One evening after dark, walking down a quiet street, I paused by a tree and reached out to touch it. I looked up and "saw" an enormous being open a door in the starry sky and peek down curiously to see what was below. After a brief look, he closed the door. 


Ganesh

Ganesh reached out to me at an unexpected time. There was a large statue in a bookstore I had often visited. I had seen it a hundred times, but this time, I felt a presence and experienced something like ecstasy. It was dizzying. I resisted the feeling because I had, only days earlier, made promises that included this statement:

I choose to become a Jew of my own free will. I accept Judaism to the exclusion of all other religions, faiths, and practices and now pledge my loyalty to Judaism and the Jewish people under all circumstances.
The next two times I saw the statue I felt that ecstasy again. So I hurried away and did not return to that store for years. 


Today, when I see images of Ganesh, I take pleasure in his kind and gentle face. He is not resentful that I rejected his overtures, and sometimes I feel his benevolent presence, but he hasn't called to me again. 


HaShem / HaMakom

This is a complicated relationship and hard to describe. 


When I was studying with the rabbi who supported me in my conversion, I told him that I was deeply drawn to Judaism and to talmud Torah, and to the community, but that I was worried because I had not experienced god. (I had experienced god, but did not recognize the experience because it didn't correspond to what others said it should be.)

Torah and those who preserve it

In response, my rabbi lifted his hand slightly. I don't remember his words, but it seemed to me he was saying, "Stop. We shouldn’t talk about this." 
That puzzled me for years, but I think I understand now. A person's experience of the divine is private and no one should mediate it for her. 


He was a wonderful rabbi and one of the things I loved about him was that he never imposed himself on his congregation. He was—and I'm sure he still is—a leader who facilitated Jewish experience, not one who laid down any rules about what the experience should be. 


Years later, I felt called in a different direction, it seemed important to me to choose a path that was Jewish. A friend from that synagogue warned me, "My grandmother always said that if you're going to be religious, Reform is the only way." (I should have listened!) 



After that, texts and other people mediated my relationship with HaMakom, with HaShem. And gradually, insidiously, their beliefs about god became mine, often while my intuition was ringing warning bells. Eventually, all I'd gained because of Judaism was lost and my beloved foundation destroyed.

I once saw a documentary about gay, Jewish men. They were desperately seeking the understanding of ultra-Orthodox rabbis and they were, predictably, getting hurt. I knew they were thinking that those men were "the real rabbis," but in fact, those men were narrow-minded, stupid, ignorant, and heartless. I thought, "Find a nice Reform rabbi and get on with your lives." Why did I later fall into a similar trap?



Wanting to belong is the greatest sin. But it's also the only thing worth seeking.



I have experienced god in community and immersion in Torah study, mostly at my first shul.

Someday I will be able to recite the words, "I am the Eternal your god" and understand that HaShem transcends the small images people have. 

I know I will return and be welcomed.


I just learned that as I wrote it. (My eyes are tearing up.) 



When I am ready, god will extend god's hand and welcome me back. God will welcome me back.

Unverifiable Personal Gnosis

I should have followed the promptings of my soul. Torah reminds us to pay attention to our own experiences. 
It wasn’t only Moses who heard god’s voice. Tradition tells that even those of us who were not yet born, and those who would convert millennia later, experienced theophany at Sinai. But we drew back from this experience, asking Moses to "go near and hear."

And Moses called unto all Israel, and said unto them… The LORD made not this covenant with our fathers, but with us, even us, who are all of us here alive this day… and ye said: 'Behold, the LORD our God hath shown us His glory and His greatness, and we have heard His voice out of the midst of the fire; we have seen this day that God doth speak with man, and he liveth… if we hear the voice of the LORD our God any more, then we shall die. For who is there of all flesh, that hath heard the voice of the living God speaking out of the midst of the fire, as we have, and lived? Go thou near, and hear all that the LORD our God may say; and thou shalt speak unto us all that the LORD our God may speak unto thee; and we will hear it and do it.' (Devarim 5:1-23)

We should not rely on someone else’s interpretation of his or her experience. We should embrace our own experience. 



Eve relied on Adam’s interpretation of god’s instructions, and Adam failed to embrace his relationship with god when he failed to be honest and tell god what he had done. We’re not going to get it right when we listen to someone else as Eve did, or when we fail to treat our god as as a real person who wants a relationship with us, as Adam did. 



We must let god speak directly to us—even if we misunderstand, we will misunderstand in our own way. When god instructed Moses to talk to the people, Moses heard something else; he ran down the mountain and spoke only to the men. Something was lost in “translation.”

And the LORD said unto Moses: 'Go unto the people, and sanctify them today and tomorrow, and let them wash their garments, and be ready against the third day; for the third day the LORD will come down in the sight of all the people upon mount Sinai… And Moses said unto the people: 'Be ready against the third day; come not near a woman.' (Sh’mot 19:10-15) 


(According to later, ritual purity laws, men were a source of ritual impurity far more often than women were, so if anyone needed to be cautioned, it was the women.)

We did not die when we heard god’s voice at Sinai, but despite that experience we were afraid to encounter god again. The god of Torah did not expect us to believe without evidence; we are only expected to believe what we have experienced and we should respond by inviting and embracing the experience—even if it means changing our minds or throwing out the rules of conventional reality or modifying our understanding of a promise. 


Pay attention, because your intuition can guide you to do what is correct for you at this particular moment. Rational thought is a poor guide and so are rules. 
You must “act for the soul regardless of what this world demands.” (Mallika Sarabhai on The Mahabharata) 


Conclusion 



Rhyd embraces his knowledge that "the gods are real." I am learning to embrace my experiences and not to “theologize” them. I'm grateful that Hestia has taught me that "the only way to worship is to listen to your own soul." (Question XIX) 
So it is not odd that writing about Hestia, a pagan god, would bring me back to HaShem.

When I sat down at the computer to write this post, I meant to write one thing, but I learned entirely different things as I wrote it. Apparently, I do experience gods and I do believe they are, in some way, real.

When I wrote that I didn't experience Hestia as directly as other people, Rhyd told me I did. I realized then that's how it was with HaShem. I didn't believe my own experiences were good enough, so I sought a greater sense of god and a stronger connection through prayer.

My own experiences were good enough and they were my own. I did not need to seek further.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Seasons


the Gaian Tarot
Last summer, I began a handwritten journal to help me understand the relationship that I assumed existed between the seasons and my moods. It was a few weeks before Lúnasa and I hoped the journal would also be part of a spiritual journey within nature.

Each day I wrote about something I'd seen on a walk or in my yard.

Many mornings were filled with grace and calm. At the height of summer, I calmly accepted that the growing light would wake me before dawn and started each day gently. With the first light, I poured water into pie plates half buried in the ground, hoping to help more baby quails survive the dry desert. I tended frailer plants and put out sugar water for the hummingbirds and the bees. Then I walked my stone circle, calling the directions, speaking new words each day.

I thought about the seasons and the elements, I spent an evening with a shaman, I took short walks, I watched the hummingbird moths in the evenings, and tried not to dread the approach of winter. I wanted to see the world as clearly as a human can, without any veil of belief coming between us.

(My mind was still active and it had many questions. Most were about the stars. However, I discovered that I had become terrified of the night and could not stay outside to watch them. I had dreams of traveling in space, unwillingly steering my ship away from stars and civilizations toward dark, starless regions that terrified me.)

Wheel of the Year Spread

I did not lose myself in nature as I had as an adolescent. I did not forget that I was the one seeing or smelling or hearing. I knew who was watching the clouds on the horizon or listening to the birds, but I did absorb the season into my body.

During the nine days before Lúnasa, I attempted to distill what I'd learned of the season into a ritual. (A friend and I create rituals together and do them over the phone.)

As we approached winter, my experience of each day changed slightly. In mid-November, I found myself spending less of each day out in nature. Birds and bees had migrated, some bad news arrived, the weather became colder and the days darker. 

Within me, though, I found a reserve of sunlight.

Later, because I’d stayed almost entirely indoors for so long, I had no experiences with which to plan a Winter Solstice ritual. A different idea occurred to me when I noticed that the day of Solstice would not be the single shortest day of the year. Daylight would last nine hours and fifty-six minutes from December 18th until December 25th. I would let myself collapse into the "eight days of darkness." I did not hide from it. I embraced the dark. And on December 26th, winter ended for me. I was able to see how close we were to summer.

This was partly a matter of perspective. It was also a reality. While much of the continent was experiencing unusually cold weather, we had an early summer. There were days in January when I worked in my yard wearing only jeans and a t-shirt.

Imbolc Fire
I still did not renew my relationship to the world outside my doors, and so there was no shape or meaning to the nine days preceding Imbolc. What would I do?

According to a stellar calendar, Imbolc occurred yesterday, February 3rd, at 14:55 MST. It was cloudy and quite cold in the morning when I took a walk. I still wondered what I could do to mark the day.

I lit a candle and spent the night wondering about the future.


http://toshevetmidbar.blogspot.co.il/2014/02/seasons_54.html
2/4/14, 1:42 PM
Mountain Standard Time

Sunday, November 25, 2012

What Is The Point of Your Spiritual Practice?


I've been watching YouTube videos posted by MIRTHandREVERENCE. They are very interesting and remind me of my "pagan days." I wanted to ask her what rituals I should do and then realized how silly that would be. I can ask her questions, but I can't ask her to tell me what to do.

I'm taking charge. So my first question for myself is, "What spiritual practices do I want to do?" I already have a few. They may be a good beginning, or they may be too many and too disparate. If I figure out why I like these things, perhaps I'll gain some idea of what else I should do.

I light a candle on my stove (hearth) every morning. There is an image of Hestia there because I want that archetypal energy in my new home.

Earlier this year, a woman in the Gaian Tarot Circle, Maurie, posted pictures of her shrine, and inspired me to create a few of my own, to Hestia, Earth/Gaia, my ancestors, and the elements.

Walking is a spiritual practice for me. In the past, hiking in the woods every day gave me a sense of peace and of being aligned with the rhythms of nature. My walks in Jerusalem still fill my dreams. A recent article by another Gaian Tarot Circle companion made me realize that walking is a meditation practice. 

I work with tarot cards because I think it’s important to exercise your intuition; if you don't use it, your lose it. Working with the cards makes me aware of when I need to be more in tune. The earth-based spirituality that inspires the Gaian Tarot appeals to me, but I also read with the Robin Wood Tarot.

Two days ago, another video by MIRTHandREVERENCE made me think of two of the animal spirit guides that were introduced to me last fall.

I don't have a Buddhist meditation practice, but started reading The Heart of the Buddha’s Teaching by Thich Nhat Hanh. He encourages us to embrace our suffering and also "to touch deeply the things that bring you peace and joy." Buddhist meditation, however, is intimidating to me.

I also light yahrtzeit candles and Hanukkah candles, but choose not to light Shabbat candles. And I'm encouraging myself to traif up my fleishig dishes, which has been oddly difficult.

I'll continue these practices, but I probably won't start meditating. I should resume the "healing my sleep ritual" that helped me so much in September.

What is the goal of doing these things? 

They bring some grace and peace into my life. They cheer me up. No higher goal than that. And perhaps that's enough.

What spiritual practices speak to you? Why do you do them?