We just came through Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur’s around the corner. And I can’t stop thinking of death approaching on the roaring winds of this ruthless and deadly storm.
I've never written an anonymous piece of writing, even when sharing my most personal experiences. Here's why.
We prayed for change. We prayed for things to stay the same. We prayed that G-d do whatever G-d wanted to with us, because we couldn't handle the choices.
A personal meditation on teshuva before Yom Kippur.
Who by water, who by fire? Her words, her days, her moments are being scaled.
A series of dilemmas, for readers and for me, that reach towards profound questions of ultimate meaning.
A poetic interaction with sacred texts for Kol Nidre, created for Open Temple's service.
I regret those words as soon as I think them. But it’s true.
Elad Nehorai takes us on the journey of letting go of an identity, from a change in beliefs to a change in dress, and finally to letting go of a label. (A long read).
