Timbrel Women

by Liba Markson

A tale of geula yearning and consciousness is descending from above and embracing us below.

It’s unfurling its ancient tendrils and taking root among the Jewish women. The vision of geula is seeking us, entering our hearts and minds, spreading throughout our cells, and igniting our passion and knowing even though we have been holding back and holding on for so long. It’s embarrassing because it feels so big and we, the holders of the vision, feel so small. And our lives are so distracting and filled with challenges. And, we wait.

The men are tired…dare I say beaten. They’re collapsing under the strain of a disconnected world gone mad. The children, our shining stars, are lost in orbit, falling through space, unprotected from the possible crash and burn. The nations are restless; looking for a salve for their pain and destruction, their gaze falling upon the Jew once again. And the women, as always, are seeking truth. They know it’s any day now. Just hold on, they whisper. Hold on. They believe, like Miriam, that we will see the light of redemption rising—soon—just beyond the horizon. It’s there. Hold on a little longer, they chant. It’s coming. As we wait.

So many of us are feeling the pre-messianic call. We’ve become healers, artists of the soul, sparks of Miriam, reuniting and moving forward toward our next great gathering at the sea. Decorated tambourines tentatively in hand, well-worn emunah intact, unsung songs and unexpressed longing pouring forth from our hearts and souls in harmonized voices praising the One who has treasured us and supported us during these profound, turbulent times. He also waits. Maybe too patiently.

Which means it’s time to drop our defenses and heal, let go of the imaginary edges that appear to divide us and start sharing and connecting our soul missions so they merge and converge to create the merkava (chariot) for the Shechina’s presence. While we wait.

It’s always been the women. And before this sentence is finished, more women than we can imagine, from every corner of the earth, will pour into our channels and connect with each other over just one thing…..yearning for Hashem, longing for the Shechina to return so we can finally…..finally……finally……..bask in, be in, believe in, rejoice in His pure unhidden unleashed LOVE…..and Her welcoming embrace. Our passion trickles down to the others who don’t know they are waiting or what they are waiting for, despite their pain. Endless waiting.

Who among us can bear the pain? And who among us is barely holding on? Yet, we don’t let go. We can’t let go. So we gather. And we heal. And we sing. And we wait.

We are the women longing for geula…the women who feel the energy, read the signs, dare to whisper the vision and bear the brunt of the naysayers, suspicious looks, and raised eyebrows. The ones who hear the call, feel the urge, and turn our faces upward, toward higher consciousness, clinging to our fragile emunah. We don’t always know each other; we don’t even know what all the words that we speak mean. But we tell our stories, our collective story, and vaguely recall a different time. And our hearts are one. We are strategically spread around the world, as lights that ignite and unite as we find each other, like a treasure hunt of unity and yearning. Like sleeper cells that are activated one by one and called to action. Spreading love as we wait.

The message is get your tambourine. Bring your song. Become the blessing. Share your prayers. We’re going to dance the dream and sing the vision that’s been planted within each of us, as we yearn and wail through the distractions. We will gather as many women as we can to become the vessel of our collective song and dance. We learn from Miriam must do what she did then, now! We are trying as we wait.

KavConnect is part of the emerging geula consciousness that is spreading like a fever among the women. We are sick with longing and desire for Hashem and impatient with the distractions.

We are uniting and igniting all Jewish women who are ready. We are seeking and finding each other and binding to our collective desire, will, yearning, doing, creating, and designing so we can recall that we’re all part of one organism, one being, with one heart, the One, Master of the Universe, doing His will, separately, together. That it’s not about my program or your classes or your mission or their vision. Not anymore. Now, it’s about OUR work—together—to bring Hashem home. Please Hashem. Let it be enough that we want You. Let it be enough that we yearn, gather, sing, and pray. Together. Arms outstretched, eyes closed, swaying shoulder to shoulder, hearts open, tears flowing. Yearning. For You. No more waiting. Please. Amen!