Two Silver Trumpets

"... the only thing left is rest and recovering and making meaning of these past two weeks. I would guess that I am cracking open a new chapter in my life. Why not embody it all?"
-- from a friend's recent email

My dear heart,
Loving greetings

I had no idea you were so injured when you fell - and still you remained a gracious hostess!
I know you'll heal all the way and may that be soon.

Here we are in B'medbar, in the wilderness, in the realm of purification. Your ribs are broken and I'm covered with poison ivy (I "never" catch poison ivy) -- probably we should be thanking God for this little cleansing thing going on in us -- but who designed it this way?

Here are some notes from today's Torah:

Silver trumpet, silver moon, o’ ye priests and priestesses
Through our service of the trumpet a silver moon
Is waking in us. Its tone calling us to our center
And sending us on our journey

We journey by stages. To move to the next stage
Open yourself to the call of the silver trumpet
Access both to inner and outer resources
On our journey of purification

Is this whole lifetime a journey of purification?
But how did we get impure
And isn’t that God’s doing also?
We could have been created flawless, like the angels
So what’s this purification journey in the wilderness?

It’s a game, man. You designed it
And choose to play it, don’t you remember?
Just don’t get too significant about it

Well, my dear, this must be just what the doctor ordered for each of us.

The doctor?

The Big Doctor

Oh.

There are lessons here for us, Rabbi. When we get the message -- no reason to suffer any longer. Meanwhile, let's offer up our suffering -- a burnt offering, a sweet savor.

Who we are is two silver trumpets -- beaten work

Love from a brother on the way with you
Prahaladan


Many of the themes in this message were drawn from Rabbi Shefa's comments on Numbers 8-12 in her wonderful book, Torah Journeys published by Ben Yahudah Press. For more, go to RabbiShefaGold.com