Chaya Lester writes a poem to the people of Paris, and to the world, to remind them that we are all in this fight together.
The time I showed up at the Kotel with a super bad attitude and landed a private audience with G-d’s best friend.
Moments hold meaning. But do they change our lives in real, sustainable, ever-lasting ways?
What's the point of prayer if we can't reach across the aisle to one another to create a sense of wholeness?
A snap shot from a recent drive on one of Israel's most beautiful roads, with some of Israel's finest engaging in the ancient art of silly jazz hands.
An imagined glimpse into a barista's inner life. Because everyone needs someone with whom to drink coffee.
You never know how you'll be changed at the holiest place on earth...
There's a wariness here in the central bus station after all we're living through - such dark times.
A poem:
"You pray for silkworms and butterflies.
Dance, and your twisting wrists chafe against shackles.
Sing, and grey moths escape your open throat."
How a visit to the Western Wall reminded Yocheved of a breakthrough she had... and how different things are for her now.