Today is the twenty-eighth day, making four weeks of the omer
A day of majesty in a week of perseverance
Right after I publish this post, I will leave to teach at PTBE. In my class on sacred space with the 6th graders, I am going to teach meditation. I'm sure some of the kids will find this odd, some may act up. But there are always a couple who hear the message, who get how it works and how it can help them in their lives. They will learn that they can stop and take a moment, breath, and focus. The best lesson I can teach.......
Before I go, I'll share the poem I will recite at the end of their meditation. It's one of my favorites from Ruth Brin entitled "Invisible, Intangible"
All the invisible things fill our days,
Music and love and laughter;
All the intangible things affects us,
Words and anger and prejudice.
You are invisible and intangible,
A God of moods and relationships,
Within us, you are the spirit of unity.
Beyond us, You are the guide to greatness.
We pray to You with an invisible, intangible prayer.
You answer with a flaming sunset
And the touch of a baby's cheek.