Good morning, Shabbat Shalom, & Happy Saturday!
I can’t believe it is the third day of fall. Well, I sort of can, because it was totally summer weather here in Eugene and then BAM! rain and clouds and sweaters and scarves :).
Okay, enough with the small talk. This feels pretty vulnerable to post. Mostly because the drawings and writings are like… very first drafty. The perfectionist side of me says “Don’t post that… it looks like garbage!” But… whatever. It is my own way of studying the bible, and it is imperfect but perhaps interesting.
Let me back up and say I have had this idea for a blog series for awhile. Taking a verse from every psalm, changing it to the feminine, and exploring. I got through like psalm 6, and then realized it could be kind of limiting to stick with this all the way through 150. I may just want to pick a verse from any part of the tanakh (aka Torah, Neviim, Ketulim, aka Genesis-Deuteronomy, Prophets, and Wisdom) and do “my thing” with it.
What is “my thing” exactly? Well… I am kind of a Biblical Hebrew nerd. I took it throughout my college career. Something about transcribing the verses and deriving my very own translations and coming to my own understandings of the ancient words… IDK. It sends shivers down my spine sometimes and makes me feel connected to God in an intimate way and feels very empowering. I guess you could say the pen and the paper and the Tanakh are “my thing” — my holy trinity or darma or enlightenment or synagauge or temple or church. Ok, now that the explanation is out of the way, let’s get to the content.
And She Shall Be…
Like a Tree.
Planted upon Streams of Water.
Which gives fruit in her season.
And whose leaves do not wither.
I feel like this verse is appropriate to examine on this Shabbat, the first one of fall. I like to think of this woman as an example. How can I be like her? What does it mean to be like a tree? What does it mean to be planted upon streams of water? What fruit do I bring forth? and which of my leaves crumble with the change of season; which remain on my branches?
I imagine her as the embodiement of peace. She has her feet firmly rooted, below the constant change of the current of the stream. She is in nature, not in a city. She is alone, but she is not lonely. She wants children, but wants it to be at the right time for her. She is an evergreen, but not with pine needles… with actual leaves.
I mean… do I really need to explain why the lessons in this verse are applicable in my life right now? Lol. It is pretty spot on, in every way. Rather than type on and on, I think I will go have some breakfast.
I’d love to chat about this post with you so please, if you feel inclined, be brave, and post a comment.