In the beginning was the beginning, but before the beginning, something had to set the universe spinning: ratzon— holy will, divine drive, sanctified desire. The ignition that lit the undying fire that predates fire. The light before the dark before the light. Let loose the Ohr HaGanuz, the purest and most sacred seed of creation, the flame above each Lamed-Vav glimmering in the window of eternity, brazenly, for all the world to see. I am conjuring Team Shekinah, I bring forth...

When the world is upside down, I/Me/Us/We must flip the script: Grab hold of the narrative, revolt against the same old story, resist the riptide of history despite grim odds, the plot twist brought to untwist this plot. Thus begins every inner rebellion. I/Me/Us/We enter the cold wetness of the cave made of echo-stone to retrieve the oil hidden in secret and Maccabean shadow-folds for generations. When the world is upside down, I/Me/Us/We must flip the script: Watch the exalted letters...

The Gift By Rachel Kann Don't I know this Feeling of homelessness. And don't I know How real the loneliness In your bones is. Slow down and notice  The gloriousness afforded; The view through the newly-opened window  Of your broken heart. This gift of clear vision. Think on The sacred company  You're in: Has there been one instance Of wisdom  In the history Of this misbegotten existence Elicited from anything but heart-brokenness? It is an act of grace To shatter the...

How to Bless the New Moon By Rachel Kann Back before the journey began, before traversing  the massive desert expanse, before the sea had even split, way way back in Egypt, the first collective gift-transmission was given: With transcendental gentleness, the  Indwelling/Ever-Presence/All-That-Is/Infinite  lifted your chin;  directed your attention  toward the heavens, said,  Let the moon’s cyclic and fluid beauty  hew you to the rhythm  of time’s unending spiral,  use this precise present  as your very beginning. Sanctify every recursive moment of...

Mermaid Esther (An Astonishing Fire) By Rachel Kann   Hold on there, Mermaid Esther, don’t forget: your skillset has been custom-built. Remember what you were born for. You’ve got this. I promise that this discontent  is divine, despite the pain  you’re swimming in. Although you’re going under, sister, there will be no drowning today. Dive unfathomable fathoms deeper. Rather than look for loopholes, fashion a life raft  From the strands  of your very real suffering. Do not be deceived,  this misery  is...

In the Time of our Sorrow By Rachel Kann My tongue wants to un-gate the flood, it is an urgent compulsion to spill knotted guts, in these weeks of banned melody, my lips wants to rebel, to howl, to sing of my suffering, of all my shortcomings, every rejection, every threat to our collective existence, the abandonment unabated, of how my heart is a bitter almond, spilling with cyanide, splitting its endocarp, longing only for the orchard, of how my heart...

Fruit By Rachel Kann Know this: you are wonderful-wild. Do not deny it, contort akimbo, reach your glorious limbs skyward.  No more mourning your exclusion from the orchard— you were never meant to be regimented, thank heaven. The predatory parasites who hijacked the canopy, clawing toward your inner sugar, have all been evicted.  They could never truly penetrate; never rip to the center of you.  They tried to prune your shine, you bloomed through it. Their attempts to graft you proved...

Forgiveness is For the Giving By Rachel Kann There is a little whisper within you.  It speaks discreetly, yet yearns to be heard.  The world is ending  to begin again.  You are your own rectification.  You are your own next generation. Forgiveness is for the giving:  Round out your harsh angling,  return eternal.  You have been restored. Every breath is a second chance.  Make no mistake, your daily awakening is proof positive of a mercy  beyond comprehension.  Having been given so...

The Beginning By Rachel Kann If you can find stillness, the jasmine will night-bloom in your direction and the breeze will carry its sacred exhalation of perfume toward you. Breathe, the moon will cascade waves of radiance downward, drop her silver robes, glow. You will awaken, overtaken by a love that asks no permission, golden particles rising beneath your skin. all of existence longs to be an offering. eternity is a constant whisper wishing to be listened to. This is the...

Mekonenet / Mourning Woman By Rachel Kann There is an oceanic pain-knowing, a tide no soul should ever be made to swim against, a depth no person should have to go below, where no diving bell can spirit, wherein no veiled escape is available, where the wailing penetrates; leaks in compulsive melodies from behind every curtain’s intended modesty. The Gddss herself can’t help but be boggled at the thought of all that staggering loss, the roiling sea in need of grieving....

A Priestess’s Prayer under Quarantine by Rachel Kann Let me be not deceived,  let me remember this moment holds sweetness  enfolded in its deep grievousness. Let me be a vessel for  the healing this planet so deeply needs. Use me  as a source of soothing  for everyone suffering  under every destructive  regime’s undoing. Use me  as a sukkat shalom,  as shelter from  the tumbling detritus of crumbling empires, as comfort for those terrified of this  natural catastrophe. Let me awaken the...

The Higgs Field: Each Green Unfurling by Rachel Kann Can you imagine the practical grace in your thoroughgoing pulsation? The surge of blood toward and from, the electric whisper of your heart’s continuing? Do you grasp the implication of your lungs’ twinned genius? The expansion and contraction in eternal pranic tango with each green unfurling? The gift of paroxysms of laughter? The wonder that is your stumbling journey? The elaborate code of your elegant animal? The miraculous machinery of your is-ness,...

Exile and Redemption By Rachel Kann If it seems like everything's shattering, That's because it is. We’ve arrived at this Particular moment of crisis Precisely to be Called to our highest. This struggle Is our undoing, And this uncovering Is breaking forth The awakening of our spiritual ancestors And successors, Extending endlessly in both directions, Our supernal lineage gathered Through collective intention. To hold is to conceal, yet We are meant To create vessels That enable Incremental revelation. Think on Eden,...