10 September 2009
"You called me beautiful when you saw my shame. "
Finished a Midrash the other day. Here are my favorite parts:
My dear daughter…
And already I would see tears in her eyes.
My dear daughter, how can I describe the love in which I made you.
I started by giving you part of my heart.
I would touch Her heart and then I would touch my heart. She would nod.
Yes. And, then I took the precious earth in my hands, and I molded your body, your cells, your skin. You were the earth.
“And you kissed them?” I would ask.
Of course. And, then I placed the rain water—mixed with a little molten lava— in your veins, and you became water and fire.
And then, I asked the wind to give you breath, and you were wind.
Last, I whispered your name.
“But, how is this possible, Mother? How can I be all these things and still me?”
Because we are everything and we are unique. We are in constant relationship with each other.
And, they ate of each other
And of the fruit of the land,
And they were good.
Female and Male (S)he was good.