Our lives require so much braveryto live! to love! to write! to believe! If every poem is a love letter...
No rehearsal, no practice time. But someone, something, is rooting for us.
Is it so bad to have the walls breached?
Without it there could be no growth.
Isolation would set in,
The possible would remain impossible.
Often we focus in Elul on what we did wrong,
sometimes we need to focus on what we didn’t do,
sometimes we need to promise to do more,
not to do "better" at what we already know
let those familiar things turn numb.
A discussion with the creator of the Misaviv Hebrew Circle Calendar.
Here I am; cringing as I attempt to flip my perspective upside down. As I turn the self-criticism dial to the right, and wonder would it would look like to spend the last few moments of Elul thinking about love instead.
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Are we meant to think of self-sacrifice? Of the Akeida? Of listening to G-d no matter what?
Should I feel humbled? Full of awe? Is this raspy cry meant to remind me of my deeds? Of the things I've been running from?
Let us know the generousness of wild, abiding and unbounded love.
My heartfelt, sometimes anguished thoughts and prayers for this special time of year. I need help, and I'm not afraid to ask.
