New Year for the Trees

Today, for Jews, of which I am one, it is Tu B’Shevat, the new year for the trees.

I didn’t grow up learning that Judaism was an Earth-based religion. I am only now, as I move into my later 40s, returning to the traditions from an eco-feminist perspective, adding back in the practices that resonate for me in my life as it is now.

Today I ate several different kinds of fruit, took a gentle walk in the cactus forest and hung out for a spell with a Palo Verde, my hands on its Hulk-green limbs, feeling the rhythm of the exchange of carbon dioxide and oxygen between us. Just being in the presence of our aliveness.

I thought of Rabbi Israel Dresner, a Freedom Rider and friend of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., who died this week at 92. And about what seeds I want to plant for this year: of love, kindness, compassion, and of alliance, with other marginalized groups. How will I practice Tikkun Olam— the healing of the world? In the words of Rabbi Dresner, “you have to leave it better than when you found it.”

I also felt profound gratitude that the four hostages help at Temple Beth Israel in Colleyville, Texas yesterday were released unharmed.

I didn’t take pictures of my time with the trees today, because that felt like it was just for me.

But Frodo celebrated Tu B’Shevat with an especially long tree trance today. And that, I thought I’d share.

Chag Sameach to all MOT’s.

And for non-Jewish folx, think about breathing with a tree anyway sometime, if you haven’t before. It’s a lovely shared embodiment practice.

There is much work to be done in the gardening and the tending, and the growth.

Much to be learned from trees.