Don’t tell me about the Shekhinah. How God’s female aspect is a sacred part of our tradition. The word "aspect" gives it all away. Your Shekhinah is God’s sidekick chum Purim drag costume. She’s His sad dark girlfriend evicted from her Jerusalem apartment by the Romans and wandering ever since. I don’t want an Aspect in my prayers not even that upgrade to First Class Yah Shekhinah. Yah is a masculine form not the Tah Shekhinah that would make it truly female. This is what I want and nothing less if we really mean that God isn’t Male. I want prayers to Her that don’t frighten us into thinking "This is paganism. Heresy. Something we’ve avoided for two thousand years!" I want Her presence to be felt Her names to be called Her blessings to be known Just as His are. I want: May She who makes peace in Her high heavens. I want: And on the seventh day She rested. I want: Holy Holy Holy is the Lady of Hosts the whole earth is full of Her glory. I want new liturgy to Her or I want us to throw out everything stale and male and old. I want generations of Jewish girls and boys to grow up hearing us pray to Her. Creator Sustainer Mother of all. I want us to bask in Her magnificence. Her glory. I want us to midrash Miriam in the cleft of lightning-struck tree as She flashes by shining. I want the cosmos to be Her challah shaped and molded. The universe her handiwork. Her offspring birthed from her Sacred Self and never separate from It. Is this too much to ask of a tradition that has reinvented itself over and over again for three thousand years? Not contracted fear but expansion and open embrace. Reverence. Recognition. That we see in Her what we find in ourselves and see mirrored in ourselves what we find in Her: One Eternal Ever-present Creator of the Universe Source of Life. Our Mother Our Comfort Our God.