Deityblog

I can't believe it's been over two years already since my aunt,
Enid Dame, feminist midrashic poet and all-around tzadeket,
went on to better worlds. For more.

Breathe in.
The strength to breathe in you.
Your still, small voice containing the intensity of realities as yet unfound.

Beginning at Malchut--consciousness of majesty in you, pride and spirit.
You knew it wasn't going to be easy to the anti-heroine in a world so easy to dismiss.
You fought. And the battles never ended, would never end.

Breathe in. Breathe up and into Yesod--foundation.
Legacy from your parents, from a dynasty that began with Lilith and becomes ever more eternal the more it is felt--Netzach.
And Hod, the splendor that balances where we come from with where we're going.
But we never truly go.

Breathe in Binah--intuition.
The internal energy that moved you, the link between you and me and always.
I wanted to express how much I knew, I wanted to know more.
You sent me books about Jewish women--maybe you thought I was repressed.

You are--inspiration--Chochma, the external intelligence that penetrates, that reverberates, renews.
I am left with your creations, and the Daat--intimacy, that binds me to you forever, to understanding you now as I never did then.

Further, breathing into Chesed--the air flowing through rivers of kindness, of generosity, of giving spirit.
Echoing how much you gave--beyond the limits of Gevurah, brought together in the Tiferet of the integrated you.

Enid Dame. My Aunt Enid.
Poet, dreamer, and madwoman.
Lover of justice, of ideas, of my grandparents, of creation and cats.
Now united with Keter--the crown of holiness that transcends all branches of being.

I breathe you all in, and I am staggered by your fullness.
You are Yetta Sarah bat Tova Shaindel, Aleha L'Shalom.
You are.
At your last breath, the sefirot you embodied were released.
Now it is our lifelong task to reflect them back up to you,
With love.