Hey. It’s 4:43 AM in Jerusalem. I just woke up crying, from the sweetest/saddest dream. I was holding you....
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.
Elizabeth considers the challenges of memory and commemoration, all from the standpoint of her Jerusalem balcony.
Come along with me on a walk through both actual and virtual landscapes and maybe you'll find something, too.
Keep calm and...feel G-d's mysterious presence within the chaos?
Your every step can’t help but grind riots of inquiry into the dusty dirt.
Let others bask in the surety of sunlight. You were born of the moonlight tribe.
Sometimes I don't want to explain myself. I usually don't get it either.
