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.
Everybody’s fighting something. Or they’re not growing.
Restore I/Me/Us/We to our natural state.
Remind I/Me/Us/We that all we actually do is vibrate.
My heartfelt, sometimes anguished thoughts and prayers for this special time of year. I need help, and I'm not afraid to ask.
We would never fix the brakes on our cars without help, yet we routinely assume we can fix the far more complicated brakes on our thoughts, speech and deeds.
Let us know the generousness of wild, abiding and unbounded love.
We hunger to love the undiscovered, we long to grow fond of wanting, help us remember what we have forgotten.
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.
The High Holidays can sometimes feel like being a kid lost in a department store, amiright?
