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When we allow all the daily miracles to be passed by, our openness to the abundance of divine blessing withers. We realize we have traded away our own aliveness and we long to find a way back..The Jewish practice of blessing derives from our tradition’s desire to promote joy and appreciation, wonder and thankfulness, amazement and praise
Rabbi Marica Prager, The Path of Blessing
Blessing offers us a personal consciousness-raising practice, a spiritual adventure bringing sensitivity and gratitude into the foreground of our lives. While we all have moments when a blessing rises spontaneously to our lips, the path of blessing can become a way of life.
Rabbi Marcia Prager, The Path of Blessing
..in making a brakha [blessing] we separate out time before we consume, use, or enjoy something of this world in order to create a space where something other than thoughtless appropriation can unfold…Through blessing, we uncover the infinitely abundant Presence of God in even the smallest action
Rabbi Marcia Prager, The Path of Blessing
Evening Prayer June 4, 2012

Each night, let me dwell upon the cup of blessing that sustains me each day. Each sip turns aside the tide of fearfulness or bitterness, restores me from weariness, is a balm for soul. Thanks for the rain and the sweet drink of water, for the shared generous laughter, for the bird just learning to fly. Thanks for the sparkling stars and the song that shimmers in my soul, inviting me to dance even as I am shackled by pain. Thanks for the goodness too numerous to name, and for the chance to try and name them anyway, the names I know, the strangers, the neighbors, the friends, the family, a multitude of blessings. Each night, I dwell upon the cup of blessing that sustains me and wonder how I might add to and share that cup upon the morrow. Amen.
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Evening Prayer June 4, 2012

Each night, let me dwell upon the cup of blessing that sustains me each day. Each sip turns aside the tide of fearfulness or bitterness, restores me from weariness, is a balm for soul. Thanks for the rain and the sweet drink of water, for the shared generous laughter, for the bird just learning to fly. Thanks for the sparkling stars and the song that shimmers in my soul, inviting me to dance even as I am shackled by pain. Thanks for the goodness too numerous to name, and for the chance to try and name them anyway, the names I know, the strangers, the neighbors, the friends, the family, a multitude of blessings. Each night, I dwell upon the cup of blessing that sustains me and wonder how I might add to and share that cup upon the morrow. Amen.

How and where are you finding & giving blessings today?

  • Every day I am presented with choices. I can choose gratitude or I can choose resentment. I can choose a life of wonder or I can choose a life of cynical boredom. I can choose to find and appreciate blessings or I can expect the world to be my personal vending machine. I can choose to be a blessing or I can curse those who don't live my way. Really, most of these don't feel like choices to me. I've lived the ungrateful and cynical life; it was a soul grinding time. It was not cool, even if I wanted it to be. It depressed and exhausted people. It depressed and exhausted me. Dancing in wonderment, living from gratitude, and being a blessing is a choice. It doesn't cost us anything and it might even save a life. It saves mine every day.

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