I await inside the storm,
Relishing the tidings
That will come.
This is the first time since I started writing for hevria that I don’t have a lot of words trying...
It’s easy to hide
in the shadows of skipped stitches
in stories woven
by people who are not me.
In an age where the mystics lie, the followers divide, and confusion reigns, we must return to the essential message of mysticism.
My thoughts while observing Brown University's class of 1939
Becoming feels so much like dying as we lie in darkness and wait for the first low chirping of birds....
Reclaiming the inner light, with the help of a red heifer.
I want to suggest sandals to you, so that you (like me) know what to wear with opaque knee-highs this summer.
