And so, I thank you, Jews, every single one of you...When I pray, you’re in it with me, joining me in that most vulnerable mission. Whether you’re in synagogue with me, or at another one miles away, or in a different time zone, or still asleep, I have to believe we are connected.
The rush of the risk of disposing of something I might need- in the hopes that the universe will replenish what I want- opens me up, like the greatest chakra work, and I’m fearless because of it.
Bad treatment brings challenge, adventure, and humor if you open your mind.
I had just gotten back to the states from Yeshiva in Israel, and didn’t know what to do with myself.
The ticking reminder of time nuzzles against my ribs. Slow down, it says. Do less, take in more.
What's your Jewish story? Where did it begin? Elizabeth takes a glimpse into her childhood memories, and ponders what they mean for her Jewish journey today.
I regret those words as soon as I think them. But it’s true.
Living in a world where people are constantly being called out for hypocrisies, do we even really know what it means to be authentic?