The Moon of Adar (February-March)
Imagine your spirit feeling sassier, just like the season.
Things moving round inside that you can feel but don't yet understand.
So too this Moon.
The clouds hover now. All seems veiled.
Hidden things rustle inside you, around you. Randomness whirls, stirring your soul.
Wildness, chaos, the winds of change sweep through your spirit turning her upside down and inside out.
All the order you've painstakingly cultivated, overturns.
And your soul sits in the middle of it gasping indignantly.
Yet, at the very same moment
a breath of joy slips through your being, illuminating you.
You feel an opening in your chest.
For room is being made for you to be in. For your real self. For your true spirit.
And your soul calls out to God
HaNistar
One Who walks beside you in unseen ways.
HaNistar,
Hidden One,
come and lead me through this Moon of Adar,
through this time of cloud and fantasy, struggle and whimsy,
where what appears to be real
is but a dream
and what seems dreamlike
carries seeds of truths.
Where winter yet strives to reign
while spring calls forth crocuses to bloom.
HaNistar,
You Who hide,
come and guide me through this moon.
Through this time where
just as my soul wearies from the darkness
You make signs of light appear.
Just as I think the night will never end,
You cause rainbows to shimmer
and the winds to whisper to me with Your voice,
"Keep walking my love
with your hands outstretched."
HaNistar,
You Who lie concealed,
You call
to my inner one
who loves to frolic
who holds cascades of laughter deep within the caverns of her belly.
You call to my wild one
living in my bones,
to awaken.
In Adar You invite me
to enter the world of illusion and fantasy
for my waif to deck herself in glistening golden queenly robes and
to enter the timeless story
of chance and fortune
and breathtaking turns,
where life hangs on threads
where at the very last second
evil is thwarted
and the seemingly impossible
occurs.
 You know,
Winter sobers the human spirit
and thus
along comes Adar
the impulsive roguish youth
brazen and feisty
challenging me
to unmask
to untie that which blocks my vision
to widen my horizons
to loosen that to which I firmly clutch
so that I might hear
springs
call.
HaNistar
You Who wait out of sight,
You call up from within me
the young one
who loves to step on the ice's edge
crunching
crunching
aiding the transformation
of ice to water
of that which is rigid
to fluidity.
HaNistar
You Who are veiled
clothed in mysterious ways
help me find my way.
Aid me uncover my true course.
HaNistar
You Who are secreted away,
reveal my unseen wells
dissolve my internal winters
free my inner waters
that they might flow again
race and swirl again
foam and frolic and tumble.
Let laughter rise up within me
joy and elation
well up, spill out
and merge
with the spring rains.
Bearing me
to new life.
Bearing
new life
to me.
Photography Credits:
First and third photograph: Kathy Berendt
Second photograph: Alon Kvashny
Third photograph: Leonid Rozenfeld
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