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Posts tagged Malchut

Malchut shebe Tiferet
Royalty and Nobility within Compassion and Harmony
Monday evening May 13 and Tuesday May 14
Yom Ha’Atzmaut, Israel’s Independence Day
Kumi lach . . . Arise my friend, oh beautiful one, go to yourself… (Song of Songs 2:10) What if every relationship could be an opportunity for us to call each other into the realization of our full potential? Shefa Gold

A young girl near me gasps, “It’s Queen Eden!” she whispers in awe.
“Eden haMalka!” someone shouts near me.
“It’s HER!” Another voice calls out.

Jewish HolidaysAmy ArielMay 14, 2024Ofra Haza, Eden Golan, Malchut shebe Tiferet, Malchut, Yom Ha'AtzmautComment

14 Days of the Omer. That is 2 Weeks of the Omer.

Malchut of Gevurah
Nobility within Strength
Monday evening and Tuesday
Evening May 6 and Day of May 7

Some teach that malchut is the most important sefirah. They say that in malchut God doesn’t act by God’s self, but through us and that malchut is the goal God had in mind when creating the world.
That isn’t my personal theology, but I respect it and it helps me to stretch and think this way. What if it were? What if malchut is God’s existence and God’s actions resonating along our veins?
What if Rabbi Regina Jonas is Jewish royalty?

Jewish HolidaysAmy ArielMay 6, 2024Rabbi Regina Jonas, Regina Jonas, Omer, Gevurah, Malchut, Sinai Comment

1 Week of the Omer

Malchut of Chesed.
Sovereignty of Loving-kindness
On this journey to Sinai, we are walking with all of the Jews who have ever been and who will ever be. That means we are also walking together, you and me and everyone alive and here now.

Jewish HolidaysAmy ArielApril 29, 20241 week of the Omer, Day Seven, Omer, Rabbi Brous, Sharon Brous, Rabbi Sharon Brous, Malchut, Chesed, Malchut of Chesed, SovereigntyComment

Hod shebe Netzach
Hidden Splendor within Endurance
Saturday evening May 18 and Sunday May 19
Shavua Tov
Devon Spier is sitting on a big rock and shouting out her poetry into the sky.
It falls around us like rain if rain were fairy dust. . . .
Enjoying the soft butterfly kisses of her words on my skin, I’m watching Joseph and Asnat dance in the light. They are a swirl of blues and reds, greens and yellows, and of course they are wearing bells. When they lean together and their heads touch their curls, hers bouncing on her shoulders and his loose and flowing down his back, intertwine.