God softly suffuses a fine spray of shimmering Alef Bet snowflakes, a diamond dust of Hebrew verse, falls to us in flurries upon the frost. We build our Mishkan, a tabernacle, deep within the snowbound woods, and there is where She is found. During the bruhaha of a gale at night, She rebukes the Lashon Hara, the gossip of the woods that scrape, as She screams that all are saints who look beyond the veils for God! Royal blue is the color of Her robes, folds of cerulean clouds lie at Her feet, She is queen of life and light through the muck of swamps that give and take, where even Horned Frogs harrumph Her song. So we pray… God is magnified and sanctified, She is all that’s holy and divine! To be close to Her amidst the angels and the saints, this desire is deep within our hearts, in our Mishkan that moves from place to place for we’ve been forced to be a nomadic race. In the prickly thickets of our time we live in a world that is on a tilt, our lives have gone askew and awry, still are spirits are somewhat upright. God is in the stem cells of all souls, the Holy One who shines on through the cracks of our broken hearts, creating a rainbow where no hope lies. Her light shines through the debris of unborn seeds and skeletal leaves that we sweep off our Mishkan’s floor, brushing off our broken hearts that drip with blood, past all our ifs, buts, and barren souls where nothing takes hold and grows. Our Mishkan is made from all Her laws, where we study God’s word in tens. It has a floor of peat which springs forth birth, our ceiling is not made of expectations, for our thoughts must rise above. A candle’s bit of fire burns off the beliefs that lie, shines upon our worried lives, who are often lost at such a cost. Through our scars God finds a way, giving us a rainbow amidst the blue, like the arch promised so long ago. There is a ruby red fox within the hollow of a trunk, God’s treasure with black boots and white tipped tail, knows Her cycle of life and death are intrinsically the soul of Her. A freezing fleet of driven snow flies past the pine needles staying put, though battered by the howling wind, inspiring us to stay the course.
The Boulder Jewish Festival has been known for years as an amazing place to purchase Jewish art and Judaica used in the celebration of Jewish holidays. We are especially excited by the number of artists that will have Judaica available.
The Boulder Israeli Dance Group is thrilled to bring Argentine master dance teacher Marcel Marianoff to lead a dance workshop June 18-19 at the Avalon Ballroom, 6185 Arapahoe Rd, Boulder.