I was made for breaking. I am built from the raw material of utter destruction, every fissure
bursting with crumpled petition.
An astonishing fire blazes within. You must spill forth this light, or be consumed from inside. This is the sacred act of spark extraction. This is returning to the knowing in your bones.
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.
Simply being unapologetically Jewish is a political act.
I learn more from interactions with others than I ever have from any college course.
My spiritual quest is kind of skewed since I so want our world and lives to have mystical significance. I wrote a poem about it all.
There are times when your heart continuing to beat has to be enough.
What will you do with all of this outrageous beauty?
