I've explored many Death Cafés in Manhattan. They were fascinating events filled with warm, open people, and while they didn't answer my spiritual questions, they gave me an idea that just might....
A poem about craving immortality, seeking home, and meeting a mediocre God.
While in the desert, Moses' periods of seclusion on the mountain were key to his progress as a leader and the transmission of The Torah. Like any introvert, only by entering into a safe, individual space could this have happened.
I am flirting with all kinds of life changes and choices, from differing modes of observance. I am surrounding myself with more and more people who make their own way in this liquid Judaism which doesn't need to be Orthodoxy but still has G0d at the core. What is for me?
I’ve known a fair share of rabbis in my day, from all stripes and denominations. It’s definitely a mixed bag.
We know that our stories will have happy endings, partly because we are so determined to make the endings happy, and partly because it’s gotta be better than what we have now.
Sometimes it's a rainy, rainy day and nothing is going right.
We hunger to love the undiscovered, we long to grow fond of wanting, help us remember what we have forgotten.
Embarrassing admission: I had great fun at a Mensa conference. But the group's test-driven philosophy clashes with my deep-seated sense of the human mind and soul.
