Chai Elul Sameach! A message for you from the angels on this auspicious day.
In the star-strewn field where we meet... Before the gates close... Hold me in a slow-dance ecstatic embrace.
"Because I am totally nuts, but I can make it sound reasonably like a joke. It might even be a joke? I can't even tell myself anymore."
No rehearsal, no practice time. But someone, something, is rooting for us.
The High Holidays can sometimes feel like being a kid lost in a department store, amiright?
You went off to some island. You spent all day speaking in tongues to a king. There was plenty of food and too many people. Now what?
Some of us build our lives on the wreckage left behind. We make a sturdy space to walk. We cast out for sustenance. And we grow.
Our lives require so much braveryto live! to love! to write! to believe! If every poem is a love letter...
Elevation is a choice. There is so much that we can "upcycle" and use to help us serve G-d better. I'm not saying you have to, but you can.
