For a not very observant new-Jew I sure spend a lot of time reflecting and creating art on Jewish themes. The City Shul is offering a meditation class which started this morning. After leading us through a couple of different meditations our teacher Elaine talked briefly about Jacob wrestling with the angel in this week's Parsha and then we were asked to meditate on a few questions. These questions asked us when and why we do or do not speak our truth.
I wrote these few words in my notebook as I came out of the guided meditation and then transferred them to my art journal this afternoon.
What does it mean to speak your truth?
Feeling?
Experience?
Insight?
Desire?
Expectation?
Requirement?
A gift from the soul that you share with those you care about = The entire world.
But what does that have to do with wrestling with the angel?
The Magen David in this image was an orphan block. I originally sewed some pieces of fabric together to be part a baby quilt, and then it was going to be a kippah, and then it sat in my studio asking for a home and now it is gelled to a page of this journal and painted over and journalled around and has found a new life.
What I have discovered through meditation is that my truth is to be found in the pause between my breaths. A place without words.