On Yom Hazikaron/Haatzmaut, despite all odds I am praying for the place that we know can be, the dream that we all have, the reality that seems so far, yet is so real that it outweighs all other realities.
This morning I caused a traffic jam. Walked in front of a car on my lazy Brooklyn street, didn't realize there was a car behind that, and another one.
I had no business saying yes to this opportunity, but saying yes taught me something valuable that still gives me strength today.
When I fell, something clicked. Something ancient. Something new, too. The embracing of the choice to see things that happen as meaningful, as a reality transcending the ordinary, the coincidence, the happenstance.
...or a blog... or a Facebook page. We are much more, and it's time you know about it.
Everything we do tells a story of our continued exploration, our current allegiances, and our philosophical adherence.
I gave birth to a rich afterlife realm. Judgment, adventure, insight, amazement... it's all there.
My teacher called "Salvador Litvak" on the first day of class, and I told her I go by "Alex." No one batted an eye, but deep down I felt like a coward.
