Dear Friends of the Moon,
We can run but we can’t hide, especially from our bodies.
I’ve always known that my body is my guide, my friend, my soul’s vehicle. Yet, sometimes, like all of us, I forget to take the best care of her. I over-do, over-committ, over-stretch and then, she chirps, “Yo, girl. Where are you going so darn fast?” Sometimes I listen and get an extra few hours of sleep. Sometimes I keep running.
Recently I made a big move up to LA for the year and wow, did my body have a lot to say. My body shouted, “Hey, honey! Time-out. Stop. Shingles.” Well actually my doctor said the shingles part. Luckily, mine are just the super itchy kind and for this I am very grateful.
And, I’m even more grateful for my precious body and powerful antivirals. Our bodies are so wise, so caring and so resilient. I am grateful my body is loud and clear about what she needs and deserves.
During this Hebrew month of Sivan, we celebrated Shavu’ot the holiday of receiving Torah, insight. In traditional thought the torah is a feminine noun, metaphorically a woman. Like our bodies, torah only reveals her secrets when she is sure she is truly loved.
So here’s to our bodies. Here’s to our listening, our loving and thereby our healing. May She who carries and holds, births and nurtures, be cared for, be savored, be loved. Here’s to our precious, wonder filled, miraculous bodies.
Rabbi Alyson Solomon