Tonight for dinner: cereal, but not the chocolate reserved for emergencies.
Galut (exile) is when we sooner believe them over ourselves in reading the truths of our own skin, in deciphering the lifelines of our own palms.
Heron, your indifference, your beak to the sky, your unmoving, ruffled stance on the crumbling seawall, your staunch you-ness, it’s so easy for you. To be you. You through and through.
The way the wax makes love to the wane: this is the faithfulness you are held with.
Let us know the generousness of wild, abiding and unbounded love.
Life has always been brutal and unfair, and we have always survived and even thrived. That won't change now.
Rachel's assignment? To cover the topic, “Why don’t we talk about Gd enough?”
An impossible dreamsong of childhood, of escape, of anything being possible.
Watch "I See You," a Hevria poem brought to life by director Jeffrey Bomberger.
