Let's make this year usher in a fabulous new era of the mind, the soul, and the world.
Often we focus in Elul on what we did wrong,
sometimes we need to focus on what we didn’t do,
sometimes we need to promise to do more,
not to do "better" at what we already know
let those familiar things turn numb.
Let us know the generousness of wild, abiding and unbounded love.
This is a strictly non-medical way of looking at pain relief.
Somewhere between heart and home there is that place of coronation, a throne of tin, twine, copper, and oil.
Memories from staying with my grandparents in Tashkent after WWII.
A poem about crazy glimpses of alternate realities, and my desire to reach beyond my world, into something new.
Was I right then to keep it, this piece of Israel forever mine, something to hold, something to carry, like a gift or a found treasure or a stolen trinket?
