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Ayala has never been good at introducing herself. She enjoys bullet journaling, happy dancing, and making herself uncomfortable for the sake of compassion. She collects rubber ducks. You can find more of her creative work at crazyduckwoman.com.
Depression takes Tisha B’Av as an invitation to tangle your brain waves into a tumbleweed of destruction. Depression is flirting with you under a red light, providing some anonymous sense of comfort but no real manoach.
and it’s so fervent it’s clear it won’t last long and I wonder if that’s a message.
Cried into your siddur, check. Had a Zoom meeting with your shul, check. Played board games on a weekday? Hmm.
It’s so easy to feel the weight of the world on your shoulders. What if we hoisted it even higher and sang its praises?
It’s easy to hide
in the shadows of skipped stitches
in stories woven
by people who are not me.
I will always pick this philosophy that I have to tread lightly on or it will crack like yachatz.
I cannot lie down on it, lean left on it, like a soft pillow and find comfort in it like fresh bread.
There is always so much- bug. There’s a beauty to doing this, sitting with my about-to-be-salad, checking for bugs. If I used this kind of attitude in my daily life, I would be a much more- bug. Isn’t lettuce mostly water?
When did life get so full? I feel like every aspect of my life is full of God, how do I talk about that?
The night before I couldn't sleep, my soul quivering in its earthly body...the awkward part is, this is the first year I genuinely forgot...
I was taught that the story of the Jewish people lives in small apartments with broken bathtubs but a too large dining room table. I was taught things I might have learned literally anywhere else but never had the chance to.