I've never grown snap peas nor bought the flowers. My elder-mentoring friend Edith, always in Chesed / overflowing loving kindness, gave me a bouquet of snap pea flowers from her garden which she was in the middle of harvesting (when I brought over to her my cut purple bearded irises). I just noticed that as the delicate and floppy, humble, sweet and happy, pretty many purple toned snap pea flowers fade and fall off, a teensy baby bean is revealed growing. The modest snap pea flower (unlike a beautiful rose standing tall in its pride with its prickly thorns) yields itself to a bean. It is so cute and quiet. It does not shout, "Come, admire me-- my beauty; smell my fragrance, cup me in your hands."
The green bean reveals the inner beauty of the flower. My understanding is that it can be an intrinsic contradiction of what is visible, revealing another separate and connected side of itself. How small it is, the bean, a pod, and yet with potential, how large a plant it can become; like the acorn from a tree, or the rooted barren branch from the fig tree, planted on Tu'Shvat / New Year of the Trees later to reveal its power and fertility.
I have gratitude, Hodu l'Hashem, for this baby treasure of the universe. Is the appreciation, from a Shoresh / root similar to Hoda'ah, giving thanks to G*d?
Such a discovery of Splendor I have made, reverberations of G*d.
I think that the flower's bean is HOD; the splendor and the gratitude, the echo (hodu) of the flower, like the remaining lingering surprise of the reverberating overtone of the crystal or Tibetan singing bowls, which I lightly yet securely hold in my hands and play. To be inside a singing bowl is Hod. To listen and feel it in my insides, is Hod, and so healing.
Edith gave so many snap pea flowers to me; I shared them with my friend Jean who always shares with me from her friend, her Korean delicacies, including frozen persimmons. I get fresh delicious hachiyah persimmons from Edith's tree every fall season. I feel the Hod of the fruits. How would it feel to be within the skin of a persimmon hanging on the tree, waiting to be picked in joy? Edith also sent me home with her new lemon. I squeezed it on my dinner as soon as I returned home. My friend Edith overflows in doing G*d's will, planting an organic compost garden from her food scraps; sowing, reaping and sharing her abunDance. Edith is like a flower smiling on me, not like a fruit that needs squeezing to give its juices.
Since my friend, Lisa, z'l (who died only a few weeks ago, 16 Nissan), went to a nursing home a year ago (the day when she turned 89 years), Edith-- such a dear friend, had me come over and swim all last summer in her pool (knowing access to Lisa's swimming pool had ended) and that swimming, b'ezrat HaShem / G*d willing, will begin again in July for me.
When two weeks ago in April, we had for three unseasonable days, 100* temperature, Edith allowed me to swim in her pool water which was freezing cold at 75* and I loved it, and I was grateful for the divine machaiyah, the blesSing. This is Chesed sh b'Hod. The sharing of G*d's goodness.
One love, shalom and abundant blesSings of harmony, wholeness, health and joy to you,
"Ivdu Et HaShem B'Simcha"
Serve G*d With Joy
May you be blessed with miracles in holy vessels to receive and hold with Emunah / faith the downward Sefirotic flow from the Infinite. May you be able through your conscious Omer Counting, to transform darkness, struggle, bitterness, tears and mitzrayim / narrow places, to balanced freedom and joy and welcome the Sephirot into your being, to cleanse you / as a mikveh, and in joy, to welcome sustaining waters of life, Torah.