A Yom Kippur reflection on the yearning for Gd in the midst of running away from His people.
A story about love and knowing your limits.
You get up at 6:15 AM to make it from Santa Monica to the Persian kosher market in the Pico...
Words can nurture, change, and heal. Stillness, too, can fill us up with love.
The town was finally sick of the constant complaining. And this time, the rabbi was on their side.
It is Elul, that month for soul searching and review of one’s spiritual progress. I wasn't feeling it. At. All.
Is it still possible to find meaning in davening when we need all the time just to say the words?
