Knowing other souls: glorious, but maybe the end of fun.
I confess my life is driven by pathetic neediness in all its sectors.
I was recently invited to give a talk to rabbinical students. My first reaction was, “Who am I to address such a distinguished group?” Then I realized I had a lot to say.
And why I don't go. I wouldn't go back, but I'm not going to lie: I think about the old days and there are certain things I still want that I can't have.
Hitbodedut (hisboididus, if you live in Brooklyn) is the practice of talking to G-d in your own words, also known as "personal prayer". The word means literally "self seclusion," but if you are like me (you don't have time or patience to sit in a room and talk to G-d) you can do it on the street.
No rehearsal, no practice time. But someone, something, is rooting for us.
I lowered the criteria for success. A lot. Try it!
We're always talking about "it." It is glorious outside. It is a shame. But what IS this "it"?
My heartfelt, sometimes anguished thoughts and prayers for this special time of year. I need help, and I'm not afraid to ask.