The Life of Glory

Eight years. That is how long it has been since I've been able to really push myself physically without dire, couch-ridden consequences. Eight long years of trying and failing to remain consistently active. 2012 was the year I got the flu that changed everything. It took 6 months for me to be able to walk places without having to sleep for two days to recover. Since then it has been two steps forward and 10 steps back. Now, finally , I am doing yoga at home consistently and hiking and bicycling with minor  setbacks. Seriously. MINOR. I don't think I could be more stoked. I really feel like this is the year I can get back on my feet. Build up the muscle I still remember having and keep forgetting I don't have anymore. The year I might even be able to get to a point where opening a jar doesn't cause 10 minute tremors from the effort. I pushed myself on a hike last week and my dizziness had me stumbling and exhausted by the end of it. But one nap and a good night'

I've been reflecting a lot on what Christian's call Holy Week and how it parallels Matzot (or the week of unleavened bread commanded in the Torah).  I never liked Easter with its easter egg hunts and flowery dresses and white lilies everywhere. None of which having anything to do with the messages they were throwing at me about Jesus and his death and resurrection. But when  I started being Torah obedient, the festivals commanded in the Torah as "a law forever throughout your generations, in all your dwellings" changed everything for me. In this case, Matzot. The week including and following the Passover dinner which, today, can only require unleavened bread and bitter herbs while you keep your shoes on and whatever else you put on to go on a journey. A week of "remembrance."  And I am in awe of Matzot this week. Messiah came and made all of YHWH's festivals that much more meaningful and beautiful, but this  festival is full of  promise . Wher