It is Elul, that month for soul searching and review of one’s spiritual progress. I wasn't feeling it. At. All.
I went to see a movie that only a few loved, but those few loved with all their hearts. And that, in a nutshell, is what a community is.
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 all right to cry
Crying gets the sad out of you
It's all right to cry
It might make you feel better
Elizabeth describes the beauty of watching Jewish young adults on Birthright connect with their Judaism in a visceral, visionary moment.
What's with all the confessional writing on sites like ours (and all over the web)? Isn't it selfish? Wouldn't it be better to write outside of ourselves?
I cannot recall the last time I cried when reading about the death of a stranger. This terrorist attack was different.
What might happen if instead of seeing any particular political stance, affiliation or agenda, we saw a Jew? A person? A soul?