The annual Jewish journey from Purim to Pesach, through counting of the Omer and into Shavuot has come alive for me in a new way this year of 2020/5780.
Maybe it's because I had the time and the solitude of living alone, which allowed me to explore deeper spiritual understandings.
Maybe it's because the whole world was in the grip of chaos and fear, grieving the loss of life as we each had known it. Everything changed so fast and nothing appears to be returning to the way it was before the pandemic began in early March.
Looking back through my journals, meaning my writing and also my junk journaling, I see a common theme. It's HUMILITY. When we are lost and alone we inevitably become humble of necessity. We might not consciously choose humility, but it envelops us like a dense fog. Sometimes we are engulfed in the vulnerability of humility because it appears we have no other choice.
This year, during these Jewish holidays, I made a different choice. I chose the Nobility of Humility instead. That's my label for the intentional choice of humility as a higher level of consciousness.
Our Sages say that Moses was the greatest prophet because of his abject humility. I say, if it's good enough for Moses it should be good enough for me, right? The Nobility of Humility is what Moses had, and it's what I want to remember to explore daily now.