"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."
In the star-strewn field where we meet... Before the gates close... Hold me in a slow-dance ecstatic embrace.
Like Harry Potter, he showed us that we were special, not because we were born with this secret legacy, being Jewish, but because of what we chose to do with it.
A poem:
"You pray for silkworms and butterflies.
Dance, and your twisting wrists chafe against shackles.
Sing, and grey moths escape your open throat."
The only things that matter are intangible. Faith. Love. Laughter. Tears. What makes me sweat and what makes me shiver.
Bonding over salads and stories, a relationship changes forever.
It was funny, it was tricky, but there was also wisdom in there. I feel like that day, I learned something about being Orthodox, something important and fundamental, that I hadn't ever known before.
There's a wariness here in the central bus station after all we're living through - such dark times.
