How a visit to the Western Wall reminded Yocheved of a breakthrough she had... and how different things are for her now.
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the splendor.
the receiving.
the taste of aleph-beis on my tongue.
the tambourine beating in my blood.
While acknowledging the possible danger of being on the Temple Mount, my overall senses were exhilaration, joy, and closeness to G-d.
A set of poems and thoughts written by some of Hevria's writers in reaction to the terror attack that took five lives in a Jerusalem synagogue today.
There's a wariness here in the central bus station after all we're living through - such dark times.
Take a tour of the spiritual opulence of Jerusalem in Sukkah season. Mystical enthusiasts the world over flock here like flies to Rosh Hashana honey. At the heart of this throbbing hub of spirit is Hagilboa street, home to a bevy of mystic magnates and inheritors of vast spiritual fortunes. See how the mystic upper-crust live.
I cannot recall the last time I cried when reading about the death of a stranger. This terrorist attack was different.
Oh emoji, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love emoji for the same reason I love dance. It gives me a way to communicate when words fail me, which they do, often.
A poem:
"You pray for silkworms and butterflies.
Dance, and your twisting wrists chafe against shackles.
Sing, and grey moths escape your open throat."
This ain’t no single, this is a concept album. Let’s call this track two, continued from “What the F*** Is...
