As I continue to hang out in this creative, murky underworld of of questions and more questions – questions of ancestry and inheritance, of permanence and uncertainty, of fear and of faith, of process and product – the following passage, by Rabbi Shefa Gold, spoke right to me this morning:
Once I saw a cartoon depicting my ancestors. They’re riding their camels, leading their sheep and goats through the wilderness. The young child turns to her Dad and says, “Are we there yet?” The father is clearly irritated and it’s obvious by the look on his face, that this isn’t the first time she’s asked that question. Finally, exasperated, he leans over to her and says, “We’re nomads for God’s sake!”
And even though we live the settled life in houses, apartments, in places we call our own, still…. We are nomads. We are wandering through this world and everything is temporary. When we travel, we remember that this is true. We remember that we have only been passing through, and that we were never “in control.” When we leave the seeming safety of Home, there is an opportunity to remember that “we are nomads, for God’s sake!” We travel to encounter the world without preconceptions. We travel to meet the world as our teacher. (To continue reading, click here.)
Shabbat Shalom, everyone. May you wander right into your teacher’s arms.
Image: “with open arms” by Zimbabwe sculptor Sheena Ridley