I crave eye contact. Sentences that begin with the word 'honestly'. I just want to experience, if only for a moment, the way the world seems through a pair of you-tinted glasses.
Some of us build our lives on the wreckage left behind. We make a sturdy space to walk. We cast out for sustenance. And we grow.
My daughter and I made this today — we found the frame, covered in dirt in a heap of rubble (“one person’s trash is another person’s treasure”) and we filled in the blanks with photos of family past (my mom’s mom looking freaking HAWT in a bathing suit, my dad’s dad...
How do we decide what and when to make our personal stands when no one is looking but us?
What does it mean to live on the fringe of society? It used to mean you weren't "normal". Now it means something entirely different. Or maybe it always did.
In the star-strewn field where we meet... Before the gates close... Hold me in a slow-dance ecstatic embrace.
The only things that matter are intangible. Faith. Love. Laughter. Tears. What makes me sweat and what makes me shiver.
I want to live in Martha Stewart Living. The magazine — not the TV show.
"Because I am totally nuts, but I can make it sound reasonably like a joke. It might even be a joke? I can't even tell myself anymore."
I heard an other-worldly voice call out a word I needed a Hebrew-English Dictionary to translate...and what it means about the way we learn & teach & live Torah.
