On Yom Kippur, we're handed a clean slate. Possibly the greatest gift that cancer gave me was a renewed desire and ability for forgiveness regardless of who was at fault.
Chaya examines her self-pity, self-criticism, and more in this post about the mental health issues that can stop us from being our true, holy selves.
Some of us build our lives on the wreckage left behind. We make a sturdy space to walk. We cast out for sustenance. And we grow.
How do we decide what and when to make our personal stands when no one is looking but us?
Welcoming a new Kabbalistic paradigm of consciousness.
It was an unmistakable moment. My soul was a channel, flowing to and from my Creator. And the most recognizable aspect of that flow was...
I crave eye contact. Sentences that begin with the word 'honestly'. I just want to experience, if only for a moment, the way the world seems through a pair of you-tinted glasses.
My daughter and I made this today — we found the frame, covered in dirt in a heap of rubble...
What does it mean to live on the fringe of society? It used to mean you weren't "normal". Now it means something entirely different. Or maybe it always did.
