On the things we keep, the things we forget, and the things we abandon.
We hunger to love the undiscovered, we long to grow fond of wanting, help us remember what we have forgotten.
You crafted me in blood and muscles and imagination,
mashed-up bits and
leftover corners of my ancestry
Reuven Chaim Moshe Ben Moshe Chaim Reuven stared out the pod bay window. Another distant planet disappeared out of view, and he let out a sigh. His ship, the Nebuchadnezzar, stabilized and went into hyperdrive. Shabbos was coming, he thought.
Given the options, I’m glad I don’t fit in. I’m glad I keep my eyes open. I’m glad institutions make my skin crawl, that being in church—or anyplace that feels like a western, Christian, colonized knockoff—doesn’t feel right to me.
Chaya lays down the details of why she lives in Israel. With story, spoken word and soul.
Today Hevria officially launches our Indiegogo campaign. But the story of how we arrived here begins much earlier, years ago.
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.
We are earthbound for a reason:
to experience the holiness of creation.
Elizabeth's favorite childhood anecdote, revisited and reimagined in free verse.
