I invite you to find a comfortable seat and close your eyes and place your precious hands over your beautiful heart.
The place where heaven and earth kiss.
Where time and space collapse.
Where all there is is an ever-present and loving now.
And allow yourself to feel the rise and fall of your chest with every inhale and expansion and exhale and collapse into the ever-present now.
Feeling how you are being breathed into life in this moment and this moment and this moment.
How a divine breath is loving you into existence again and again.
And so it is with all of life on this planet.
All of life is receiving a divine kiss.
All of life is hearing the whispers of angels inviting life to grow.
And the world is teeming with the potential for life.
Seeds in the soil and seeds hanging from trees.
Seeds alive in the wounds of mothers everywhere.
They are waiting for you,
Precious one.
For your tefillah,
For your prayer,
For your bakashah,
For your beseeching.
And so I invite you to feel the dryness of the earth hungry for water.
For that seed in potential awaiting a soak.
For the leaves waiting for their nourishment.
Feel them now.
The way you feel your own hunger.
For water.
For nourishment.
For love.
And allow your face to turn to the heavens.
And allow your heart to open to the heavens.
And see the heavens turning to you.
And the heart of the divine opening to you.
And repeat after me.
Ten,
Tal,
Livrachah.
Please give us dew and rain as a blessing.
In all of its nourishing perfection.
And precious one,
Feel droplets of rain coming down.
Droplets of dew soaking in through your skin.
Droplets of love finding their way into your heart.
Rain soaking your skin.
Droplets of dew soaking right in.
Droplets of love penetrating your heart.
And as you are soaked with divine blessing and love.
I invite you to feel as if you are Sitting upon the dirt of the land of Israel.
And feel that blessing running through you.
Right into that soil.
As if you are a pure channel.
A kli.
A divine light.
Ten,
Tal,
U'matar livrachah.
Please bless us with dew and rain.
In just the right amount.
And in just the right time.
And feel the blessing of rain hitting your head and shoulders.
Washing over your face and chest.
Slinking down the back of your head.
And down your spine.
And drenching the land of Israel.
And blessing the land of Israel.
And loving the land of Israel.
And itself waking up.
See the seeds in the soil.
The seeds in the trees.
And the seeds in the wombs of those holy ones who inhabit this place.
See them flourish precious one.
And feel that flourishing inside of your heart.
Feel your heart coming alive.
A warmth to the winter cold of the land of Israel.
And bringing blessing to the winter cold of the land of Israel.
And bringing the light of miracles onto this holy place.
And when you are ready precious one.
I invite you to bless yourself as well.
That whatever seeds are alive in you.
Should flourish.
Whatever life is waiting to be tapped inside of you.
Should spring forth and blossom.
And whatever potential lay dormant inside of you.
Should reveal itself into the light.
Should be a source of miracles for us all.
I invite you to wiggle your fingers and wiggle your toes.
And slowly come back into your body.
Batting your eyes open.
Ready to bless the world with your gaze.
