The stakes were high and no hummus was in sight. Israeli bureaucrats faced down a timid, American mama. Rivka Nehorai relates her story of finding spiritual strength in the most unusual of places.
I don't really value external, objective success, but I want a certain brand of it oh so badly. Will exploring this desire help me find peace?
There is no path. The path is many paths. It is an empty field. It is an entire twelve lane highway.
A chance encounter with a wise Jew reminds me to strive for something beyond knowledge.
Nothing would change. It would stay cold forever. I would be lost forever. Nothing would change. Except for her, this flower, from green to pink, a glorious three day peak when unfolded, you could breath her in three inches away. Sweet. Even in the rain.
They keep telling us that we're nonconformists, rebels, against the system. We're not. All we want is to conform.
Shlomo Gaisin of Zusha shares a beautiful niggun and soulful essay in his debut post on Hevria.
A heartbreakingly intense poem from Rachel Kann, that flies from the highest the lowest realms, combining opposites and reveling in contradiction.
It's all right to cry
Crying gets the sad out of you
It's all right to cry
It might make you feel better
I'm suspicious of the people on the subway asking for charity, but I try to tell myself what Judaism tells me: It's not my job to question whether or not they deserve it.
