There is a little whisper within you. It speaks discreetly, yet yearns to be heard.
We hunger to love the undiscovered, we long to grow fond of wanting, help us remember what we have forgotten.
She is a bottomless top-shelf gimlet.
She is built of bloody bruised knuckles.
Chaya's riff on being a Jewish Feminist. And a spoken-word rendering of the teaching of the Diminishment of the Moon.
“Hi, I'm Chaya and I’m addicted to positive thinking.”
I know G-d demands authenticity, but what about when feelings are just too much?
You crafted me in blood and muscles and imagination,
mashed-up bits and
leftover corners of my ancestry
We are earthbound for a reason:
to experience the holiness of creation.
Is it possible to drop a romanticized, cultural identity?
