A Jewish woman is a vital link on His jeweled crown, shining from the legacy of her bubbies (grandmothers) and inspiring sacred spirituality for the eternal future.
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I ache to invite you into the sanctuary of my soul, revealing the tender layers of my being. I am weary of hiding my light, stifling the vibrancy that again wants to break free.
When I reflect on my identity as an Orthodox Jewish woman, it transcends labels and enables me to celebrate the notes of my soul's symphony. My yearning, deep and soulful, feels like gentle whispers of the Shechinah (the divine presence of G od), filling my heart with an insatiable desire for life — a longing to nurture, to hold, to embrace every precious moment, and savor its sweetness.
Too often, the busy non-stop world distracts us from what is meaningful. I want to shout, "Do you not see? I need to stop striving and simply be!"
It is in the quiet spaces, the moments of stillness, where the magic truly happens; where G od lives through me.
This is what it means to me to be a religiously faithful Jewish woman --- a celebration of the divine femininity that pulses through our veins. It is the radiant power of creation, the quiet courage to stand in our truth, to embrace the fullness of our emotions. It is the gentle force that nurtures and inspires, weaving compassion into the fabric of our lives.
To be a woman is to be a vessel of infinite possibilities, to hold the universe within our hearts and minds, to sway like the branches of a mighty tree, rooted yet soaring. We are the bearers of life, the keepers of dreams, and the architects of hope. In our laughter, we spark joy; in our tears, we release the weight of the world. We are the quiet strength in the storm, a soft light on the darkest days.
How blessed I am to be called to embody a sacred essence, to be both fierce and tender, to feel deeply and love openly. I embrace this, knowing that every Jewish woman's heartbeat carries the story of our mothers who came before us and the women who birthed them.
I am human, just like everyone else, trying to become, or better yet, to come back to my core source. Perhaps that’s the true beauty of our journey. We carry our ideals within us, often missing the mark, only to rise again with renewed clarity and a deeper desire.
The falling down of imperfection is part of the rhythm that brings us to our essence — not as doers getting it done but as seekers who dive into ourselves, to our yearning. We are not defined by our failures to execute or achieve; instead, we are defined by our relentless pursuit of connection, our willingness to try again. Each day is an invitation to sink into ourselves, to know and adore that which fuels our spirit, knowing that we can begin tomorrow.
In my being, I honor the truth of all women --- as we stumble and rise, reaching for the stars only to drop again on the journey, falling into the love of the flow. Together, we dance in the light of ourselves and our shared legacy.
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Hadassah Tehillah loves clothes and wrapping herself in comfortable spirituality that feels natural, beautiful, and perfectly fitting. This is her first submission to JWR.