Mandorla Rising

The Journey-1

‘The prohibitive cost of denying Otherness could not be more crucial to the survival of the human race. Our mass refusal to face the “Other within” has engendered a regimen of sociopolitical atrocities, genocidal horrors and environmental devastations—a virulent storm of global proportions. Contrary to the tenets of foreign policy and social activism, a remedy for this aggressive pandemic cannot be mediated, legislated, or enforced at a global, regional or municipal level; it can only begin at the root, within each individual (intra-personally) and within our nearest and most intimate relations (inter-personally). It is therefore in this small and most private of territories that the potential for a truly humane society begins.’

––Daniel ‘3D’ Deardorff

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‘The gift to culture does not come from culture.
It comes from outside culture.
So if you want to bring a gift to culture,
you have to go out and get something from the wilderness —
some wisdom,
some fire ––
to bring cultural vitality in
from the outside.’

––Daniel ‘3D’ Deardorff

Doe at Mossy Rock, photo: Judith-Kate Friedman

Doe at Mossy Rock, photo: Judith-Kate Friedman

 

‘O teachers,

your otherness

calls out my kindred

soul’

—Judith-Kate Friedman

 
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‘Stay amazed!’

—Susan Duhan Felix

Sovereignty within Endurance (Malchut Sheb’Netzach 5781)

Deep within the earth
no matter what else happens
music blossoms forth.

Frogs click dawn-wet tongues.
Rains swell sorrel, clay and bone.
All praise Mystery.

Underground roots dive
deep in ancient, fertile soil.
Wild sun stretches up

beyond farthest sky.
In between, our mortal souls
scamper as squirrels.

Witnesses amidst
impossible stillnesses,
cacophonous doubts,

we are each privy
to the Holy of Holies,
Source of all Sounding.

And so it is here
in the place of this And that
we receive the call.

Poisons in the well
ache for grief’s tears to cleanse them.
This is our work:

To crack ourselves wide
retrieving our broken hearts
til they rise and sing.

Ken y’hi ratzon. May it be so.

—Judith-Kate Friedman, 2021

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