Why God Created Woman from Man’s Rib

It’s amazing how God made man, and so beautiful how he made woman!  When I was a kid I asked my mom  why did God create Woman from Man’s rib, when He could have simply created her from dust, as He did Man? She didn't have the answer.  This is a story that puts a beautiful touch on the reasoning that I found on a friend's site today:

“When I created the heavens and the earth, I spoke them into being. When I created man, I formed him from the dust of the Earth and breathed life into his nostrils. But you, woman, I fashioned after I breathed the breath of life into man because your nostrils are too delicate. I allowed a deep sleep to come over him so I could patiently and perfectly fashion you. Man was put to sleep so that he could not interfere with the creativity. From one bone I fashioned you. I chose the bone that protects man’s life. I chose the rib, which protects his heart and lungs and supports him, as you are meant to do.”

“Around this one bone I shaped you. I modeled you. I created you perfectly and beautifully. Your characteristics are as the rib, strong yet delicate and fragile. You provide protection for the most delicate organ in man, his heart. His heart is the center of his being; his lungs hold the breath of life. The rib cage will allow itself to be broken before it will allow damage to the heart. Support man as the rib cage supports the body. You were not taken from his feet, to be under him,nor were you taken from his head, to be above him. You were taken from his side, to stand beside him and beheld close to his side.  Adam walked with me in the cool of the day and yet he was lonely. He could not see me or touch me. He could only feel me. So everything I wanted Adam to share and experience with me, I fashioned in you: my holiness, my strength, my purity, my love, my protection and support. You are special because you are the extension of me.” 

“Man represents my image, woman – my emotions. Together, you represent the totality of God. So man: treat woman well. Love her, respect her, for she is fragile. In hurting her, you hurt me. What you do to her, you do to me. In crushing her, you only damage your own heart, the heart of your Father and the heart of her Father. Woman, support man. In humility, show him the power of emotion I have given you. In gentle quietness show your strength. In love, show him that you are the rib that protects his inner self.”

This is a repost.

The Amen of The Universe

Love works magic.
It is the final purpose
Of the world story,
The Amen of the universe.
-Novalis

Note to self

Sometimes life doesn't want to give you something you want, not because you don't deserve it, but because you deserve more. 

#foodforthought

resolutions.

                           Find out who you are and do it on purpose.

                                 --Dolly Parton

       i resolve

•        to treat everyone the exact same way they have treated me.
•        to be selfish; to put my needs first as opposed to last.
•        to purge my facebook of every one who obviously friended me just to increase their number of friends.
•        to do nothing out of the goodness of my heart for anyone who has taken me for granted.
•        to not be a victim any more.
•        to have a back up plan for every contingency.
•        to travel abroad once a year starting this year.
•        to stop finding fault with myself and to love myself.
•        to get published.
•        to say no and feel good about it.
•        to purge people from my life who are bitter albatrosses.
•        to concern myself more with what people do rather than they say.
•        to stop looking for my wife and to enjoy life and to let her look for me.

       
starting right now.
the end.

(I'll look back at this blog entry every once in while to see how I'm doing)
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Q & A

question - If you can't count on your family and your friends, who can you count on?

answer- God.

11.11.11

In January of this year I had planned on sitting at an outdoor cafe drinking espresso, in Paris, eating whatever the french eat for breakfast on 11/11/11, but  there's a saying about what happens while you're busy making plans. Life happens.  Anyway, plans were changed, and I'm spending it with my best friend in Berkeley California.
There's always next year, God-willing.

Today, I am 49 years old.  I thank God for letting me see this day. I only allow myself 5 minutes to feel old. Then I think of friends that died before they reached 35, and that point I feel grateful for seeing this age.
God has been really good to me.

I was told to make a wish today, at 11:11, and I'll do that. I'll wish the same things for which I pray about 5x a day or more. Guess what they are?

the best is yet to come

"grow old with me, the best is yet to come." 

--robert browning

The Love of Loves

I am black, but beautiful, daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.
                                                    Song of Solomon 1: 5

Genevieve Nnaji

               King Solomon sang to the most womanly of his women. He sang to her body and to the door and to the lushness of the shared bed.
                The  Song of Songs is not the least like the other books of the Bible of Jerusalem. Why is it there?
                According to the rabbis, it is an allegory of God's love for Israel. According to the priests,  a jubilant homage to Christ's marriage to the Church. But not a single verse mentions God, much less Christ or the Church, which emerged long after the Song was sung.
               It seems more likely that this encounter between a Jewish king and a black woman was a celebration of human passion and of the diversity of our colors.
               "Better than wine are the kisses of your lips,"  the woman sang.
               And in the version that has lasted to our days, she also sang: "I am black but I am beautiful,"
               and she excused herself, attributing her color to her work in the sun, in the vineyards.
               Other versions, however, insist the "but" was snuck in. She sang :
               " I am black and I am beautiful."
                                                      
                                          --Eduardo Galeano

Spread love everywhere you go; first of all in your house. Give love to your children, to your wife or husband, to a next door neighbor. Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier.



-- Mother Teresa

What good is love if you don’t give it away! God tells us to stop talking about love and show it by our actions. I think I do a good job of this. Do you?

The essentials

The essential conditions of everything you do must be choice, love, and passion.

                                     -Nadia Boulanger

If you want a love message to be heard, it has got to be sent out. To keep a lamp burning, we have to keep putting oil in it. -- Mother Teresa