One night four rabbinim were visited by an angel who awakened them and carried them to the Seventh Vault of the Seventh Heaven. There they beheld the sacred Wheel of Ezekiel. Somewhere in the descent from Pardes, Paradise, to Earth, one rabbini, having seen such splendour, lost his mind and wandered frothing and foaming until the end of his days. The second rabbini was extremely cynical: “Oh I just dreamed of Ezekiel´s Wheel, that was all. Nothing really happened.” The third rabbini carried on and on about what he had seen, for he was totally obsessed. He lectured and would not stop with how it was all constructed and what it all meant… and in this way he went astray and betrayed his faith. The fourth Rabbi, who was a poet, took a paper in hand and a reed and sat near the window writing song after song praising the evening dove, his daughter in her cradle, and all the stars in the sky. And he lived his life better than before.
From Women Who Run With the Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estés
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Thank you! The wisdom in this book must be re-entering our stream of consciousness. Just recently, I began re-reading it and recommending it to all the young women in my circle.
Also highly recommended to women who read the book years ago. It was 25 years for me and I’m finding refreshment, relearning and an understanding I didn’t have on the first reading Surprisingly – found that men would be smart to read this book, as well. Not to know women more deeply – although that’s a bonus – but to have better understanding of themselves.
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Hello.
I’m an upcoming poem writer from Nairobi, Kenya. I’m happy about what you’re doing, I would love to submit some of my work, I’m making enquiries on the terms and conditions for submission. Thanks
Ahenda Fredrick
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