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There were times, say the elders
When a tumultuous storm would fall upon us
Shaking and trembling
A new, unknown language
The language of Kingdom, language of Eden, language of Star
And our inner self, that which has never been seen
And forbidden to touch
Expands and grows

Rivka Miriam 

It’s bizarre celebrating the festival of spring within the confines of our homes. It’s weird celebrating it in a small group without friends or family. The past weeks have evoked new emotions and an unrecognizable atmosphere. We are forced to practice patience, waiting, convergence. We must find solutions from within inner spaces, as opposed to finding the answers outside. Time takes on a new definition, one that is almost palpable, felt, present. So many new epiphanies over this period of time.