You’ll be relieved to know I’m finished writing the first chapter of my first She Blossoms book :-) … and it’s all about Eve.
Yes, the Eve who ate the fruit from the tree of knowledge of good and evil! The Eve who was banished from the Garden of Eden. The Eve who learned how to Blossom despite loss, pain, regret, and grief.
Talk about leaving the Garden of Eden! And Blossoming anyway.
The reason you aren’t Blossoming yet is because…
My dad is Jewish, born and raised in Israel (but that’s not why you aren’t Blossoming. Hang in with me for a second!). He traveled to Vancouver, Canada in the late 60s, met a Christian woman, and entered a season of hippy free love. A year later I was born unto a Christian mom and a Jewish dad.
My mom and dad never married; he went home to Jerusalem shortly after my birth, and I was raised by a single mother. She struggled with schizophrenia my whole life, and I lived in foster homes during her hospitalizations. I was 29 when I went to Israel to meet my dad and his family for the first time.
It took me a long time to Blossom because I blamed my parents for not giving me the support, love, or resources I needed. And, nobody could tell me this…I had to figure it out for myself, or it wouldn’t take.
My friend, that’s why it took me a long time to hit my stride. What about you — why aren’t you Blossoming yet? Only you can answer that. Only you can hear that still small voice telling you what you need to do, learn, or be.
The bittersweetness of life
“Life is bittersweet,” is what I learned in one of the Passover Seders I shared with my Jewish family. This holiday — celebrated at home, around the table — is filled with foods that symbolize the Israelites’ slavery and escape from Egypt.
At one Passover meal (not at my dad’s), we took turns reading the Torah out loud and eating foods that represented different aspects of the Exodus. To symbolize the bitterness life brings, we tasted a bit of horseradish, spiced with pepper and vinegar. A tiny drop was all I needed; the sharp, stinging fumes brought tears to my eyes. It was a perfect symbol of the bitter enslavement of the Jewish people.
The next step of the Passover meal was a sweet, thick honey-and-apricot jam, representing freedom from slavery. But it was far too sweet to eat alone — like eating spoonfuls of sugar directly from the bowl.
Blend the bitter and the sweet
So we combined them, the bitter horseradish and the sweet jam, together on a matzo cracker. The flavors blended, the textures fused, the smells harmonized as we tasted and savored. It was bittersweet. It represented a full life. And it was good.
Remember this as you let go of your Garden of Eden and walk into a new season of life. Whether you’re dealing with regret after losing a loved one or learning how to forgive yourself for a mistake, remember that the bitter and the sweet — but only together — is what makes life full, deep, and worthwhile.
Loving is sweet, losing is bitter…and the richest, most delicious lives are bittersweet.
I started Blossoming when I realized that life is bittersweet. My life, your life, everybody’s life has bitter and sweet and a mixture of both.
My friend, when you accept your bittersweet life – and when you’re grateful for both – then you’ll start to Blossom.
Start by figuring out what “Blossoming” means to you.
Maybe it’s taking a risk in a new relationship, or reviving an old one. Maybe you need to start a different hobby, or let go of an unhealthy habit that’s holding you back.
Why aren’t you Blossoming yet, and how will you start?
In peace and passion,
New “She Blossoms” Blog Posts
- 5 Gentle Ways to Stop Grieving and Start Letting Go
- Why Can’t You Leave an Unhealthy Relationship?
- How to Start Dealing With Money Problems in Your Marriage
New Conversations We’re Having
- What You Need to Know About Making a Career Change at 40
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- How to Cope When He Says He’s Not in Love With You
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