Opening Lips & Facing the Darkness

Wow, it’s been a minute or several since my last email. Winter has been quiet and reflective and heavy, but I’m still here. Chanukah was beautiful and quiet and lovely, I finished some shabbat-inspired artwork, I went to visit my grandmother’s grave on her yahrzeit amid a beautiful day of timely fog, I took a moment to remind us all that trans people are divine, and as my kiddo’s winter break ended I was so glad to see Torah Studio classes begin again.

Here are my sparse notes from this week’s class on Psalm 51:

Middle text reads "open my lips that my mouth may tell your praise. - Psalms 51:17" and there are smaller notes all around this text. One says "easily recognized part of liturgy," another says "Help me be willing to be willing," another says "help me to speak, help me to even say it," and the last says "Why open lips? Does David struggle to be remorseful or worry that his amends won't be enough?" Yaakov's instagram handle is on the right side reading @Yaakov.Akiva.

I don’t know that I had ever thought about this line in terms of a concept I’ve heard often in recovery spaces, that sometimes praying for willingness to be willing comes before anything else. Naming it in order to begin taming it. Say the thing in order to be seen and feel held within whatever is happening for us. I can think of so many instances when just naming what is happening/what happened is such a powerful place to start… depression, trauma, starting the process of amends, addressing any needed change. This line has whole new layers of meaning for me now.

And this is the culmination of two week’s of art-making based on last week’s parsha and this week (Parshat Bo):
There is a crystalline piece of hail with a glowing round flame in the middle, red in the center and orange-ish red around the flame's edges. Tracing the outside of the hail is the quote from Parshat Bo, "And there shall be a loud cry in all the land... such as has never been or will ever be again" and all of this is surrounded by a solid black background. The art is signed on the edge of the hail with @yaakov.akiva.

I started this last week as a visual representation of the hardened heart as the hail that held flame, and then this line from this week’s parsha and the tangible darkness brought it all together.

Thinking about a heavy, oppressive darkness felt in the presence of hardened hearts feels so relatable right now. I thought a lot last week about hardening a heart in power because those responsible for change are the community, a public being tasked with immense change in spite of power, and that we as community are in so many ways struggling with and often failing at that task just as much as those who did during the exodus.

Wishing you all the kind of shabbat you need this week, whether it’s restful, playful, contemplative, or some other vibe entirely. You deserve it.

Shabbat shalom, or if you’re catching this after, shavua tov.

Yaakov

Originally posted via the newsletter

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