No rehearsal, no practice time. But someone, something, is rooting for us.
To put it bluntly, I flirt.
My worldview is changing so much that, at this rate, I’m going to be a spectator sports loving fanatic within five years.
I had slammed a door on the purest part of my soul. And for what? Like a baby crying out for its mother, I had denied its outstretched arms, turned the key, and plugged my ears to the cries.
I remember a year ago when you were there for me, holding on in the same way and telling me that I was so beautiful. Now I understand.
I felt something boil up inside me. I simply could not take it anymore. I interrupted him, “Stop telling me what not to do and tell me what TO do!!”
Seven years later I could tell you that I’ve found the same venue for joy within observant Judaism, but I haven’t.
