Peace Please, For the Trees

Tu B'Shevat, The New Year of Trees, is Monday February 13th, 15 Shevat.

When one muses on trees, a whole new dimension of reality, a whole new perspective, is thrust upons one's musing brain.

Here are some links for planting trees.

http://www.treesfortheholyland.com/

http://give-a-tree.com/

http://www.treegivers.com/?AID=9238559&PID=1672832

http://www.ou.org/chagim/roshchodesh/shevat/treeplanting.htm

It would be a lovely Valentine's Day gift, for those who celebrate that day. What better way to show love - to plant your love in the Earth. Lovely metaphor, isn't it?
To give a gift that grows, and replenishes the Planet we are on with love, joy and plentitude.

Personally, I plant 2 trees in Israel in memory of my parents. This year I did regular trees, fruit trees are more expensive. You don't have to pay - you can plant a tree in your own fron or back yard, or even inside the house.
If I were in love with somebody right now, I would plant them a tree. WOW. I just gave myself a brilliant idea. On Monday, I will plant a tree in my own backyard for Love. Ash will help me. YIPPEE!!!! Good work, musing brain.
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This week's Torah Portion is Parashat Beshalach, in which the Red Sea Parts.
Moses speaks the words, a 72 letter sequence of Hebrew letters which the Sages teach us is the seventy two letter name of G-d. The triplets of the letters are also used in prayer and meditation. Moses and Miriam Sing the Song of the SeaMiriam plays the drum, the 12 springs and seventy date palms at Eilam, The manna, Shabbat, the Water from the Rock and
Don't Forget To Remember Amalek.

Powerful, powerful energy this week.
I'm going for it.

Candelighting 5:54, forward 6 minutes. Hallelujah, the days are getting palpably longer.
This coincides with the First Blooms on the Trees - the Trees know what season it is. Fascinating.

Let's do a Tree Poem

Lord, the air smells good...
by Rumi
Lord, the air smells good today,
straight from the mysteries
within the inner courts of God.
A grace like new clothes thrown
across the garden, free medecine for everybody.
The trees in their prayer, the birds in praise,
the first blue violets kneeling.
Whatever came from Being is caught up in being, drunkenly
forgetting the way back.
Rumi was a 13th century Sufi mystic.

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Peace please
for the trees

Shabbat Shalom
VickeB