We hunger to love the undiscovered, we long to grow fond of wanting, help us remember what we have forgotten.
Restore I/Me/Us/We to our natural state.
Remind I/Me/Us/We that all we actually do is vibrate.
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.
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.
"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."
Read the origin story of Rachel's new album, The Upward Spiral, a true Hevria original, and why it took a lot of bravery and love to get her where she is today.
Oh emoji, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love emoji for the same reason I love dance. It gives me a way to communicate when words fail me, which they do, often.
Chaya examines her self-pity, self-criticism, and more in this post about the mental health issues that can stop us from being our true, holy selves.
In the star-strewn field where we meet... Before the gates close... Hold me in a slow-dance ecstatic embrace.
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.
