Day 5: Holy, holy, holy in Love

We switch to the other side of the tree of life for Hod. The left side, typically considered the feminine in most esoteric systems. I can't even say I really understand Hod, except that words like splendor, awe, glory are supposed to cover it. Hod is transcendence, noun and verb. All I know is that today started off with my jumping out of bed with a leg cramp (ouch) and an image of a beautiful young woman unwinding her long red hair, singing a Yiddish lullaby to her little son. Achingly beautiful. I miss my grandchildren. I miss my children. I like Philadelphia. For almost 40 years, I've lived in the desert. Here, there's water EVERYWHERE! Water in dreams can be many things depending on the context, amount, source, etc. All life leads back to water. The red-haired woman was smiling and singing in the dream. Endings of dreams often tell us where the energy wants to go. Maybe the waters of Philadelphia will help guide me and others towards smiling and singing, along with the ache of missing family so much. Holding that paradox. That would be transcendent.