Tell me it's possible for us, here and now, in this narrow-minded world to keep this mentality. I'm tired of going back and forth between realities.
You went off to some island. You spent all day speaking in tongues to a king. There was plenty of food and too many people. Now what?
Sometimes it's a rainy, rainy day and nothing is going right.
Last summer it was the 3 boys....this Sukkot it is the 4 parents.
A review of a book about Churchill's secret warriors who gave birth to modern black ops.
And so, I thank you, Jews, every single one of you...When I pray, you’re in it with me, joining me in that most vulnerable mission. Whether you’re in synagogue with me, or at another one miles away, or in a different time zone, or still asleep, I have to believe we are connected.
Let us be humble as the dust and yet great enough to muster the world's direst of prayers.
A poem about yearning for the soul of the soul, for the collective that erases the one, for the wholeness of oneness within the collective, for Gd inside and out.
My whole life I had it backwards. It took a moment, just one small talk, to make me realize how wrong I was: Yom Kippur is the happiest day ever.
