It is Elul, that month for soul searching and review of one’s spiritual progress. I wasn't feeling it. At. All.
The difference between what those in the Diaspora are doing with their bodies and what Israelis are doing with their hearts.
My parents Abe and Sara wanted to be radical and change everything. But my rebellion was just being normal. Or at least, that’s what you would think if you saw me.
The sacred excavation of helixed antiquity and brand-newness.
She, who is fearless, who walks out of the wilderness feral-shouldered and unbroken.
But every time I whipped the external hard drive out, or put some files in my Google Drive, I asked myself- did I make something worth saving?
My thoughts on the worth of digesting the tremors of the world around us.
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.
