Nine years later with the birth of Maddi we are outside.
Relationships have become our Mosque & Synagogue.
Our place of worship.
Our space in which we become.
In which we are challenged.
To face our being.
All its greatness & emptiness.
I’ve been thinking about the battle in the middle east.
The injustice once visited upon Jewish people.
On Muslims by knights with holy crusades.
How did Christian & Jew & Muslim forget that they have a shared story of a God who creatively called everything into being?
How did a message of inclusive love turn out to be the motivator for stories of division & judgement, oppression & destruction?
Relationship could have the same trappings so often so present in organized religion.
The relationship which has become our Mosque is of a rarer breed.
Drenched in freedom.
Empty of guilt & debt.
It is in this Mosque that we meet ourselves.
Seeing with different eyes.
It is in this Synagogue that we make sense.
As we relate our lives.
And are related to.
A grand Mosque this is.
In every word.
In every moment.
In new ways, in Maddi.
As she relates a new story.
*Image courtesy of Open Buildings