A former Buddhist monk got me thinking that time is a horrifying illusion that we can transcend.
No one can claim a monopoly on the truth.
How can I connect to my roots while feeling so ungrounded?
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.
The other half of the story and how much we still don't know.
Keep calm and...feel G-d's mysterious presence within the chaos?
A Yom Kippur reflection on the yearning for Gd in the midst of running away from His people.
My thoughts on the worth of digesting the tremors of the world around us.
On charisma and the poetic lessons of A Wrinkle In Time.
