Went for a dip overnight and woke up rather soggy with a kind of grief. Happens now and then when I get into thinking too much about the world we live in and the confusion therein. I get a little overwhelmed with the insanity of it all; then I remember, to find peace and be love I need to bring myself back to that place within that is beyond thought, beyond words, beyond concepts and opinions and assumptions.
I’m grateful for the tools I have to bring me back, and as uncomfortable as it is to go for a swim in that ocean of madness, I always experience a deepening as I emerge and take that first breath.
The breath, in ancient Jewish tradition their word for God is YHWH (they leave out the vowels when they write it). The word is spoken without using the tongue or closing the lips, it is literally the sound of the breath.
So, the first thing we express when we are born is YHWH, the name of God, we are literally immersed in it our whole life long, and the last thing we express is also YHWH, the name of God. Isn’t that the coolest thing? According to mystical Judaism we are literally saying the name of God all the time, we just don’t know it because we’re caught up in our little thinking mind.
I think I’ll spend some time just focusing on that today…
Namaste
