I was made for breaking. I am built from the raw material of utter destruction, every fissure
bursting with crumpled petition.
There are times when your heart continuing to beat has to be enough.
Simply being unapologetically Jewish is a political act.
This is the part when your mind wants to fight you. I promise it is worth the struggle. I’ve yet to have anyone regret passing through this gate.
An astonishing fire blazes within. You must spill forth this light, or be consumed from inside. This is the sacred act of spark extraction. This is returning to the knowing in your bones.
Galut (exile) is when we sooner believe them over ourselves in reading the truths of our own skin, in deciphering the lifelines of our own palms.
What will you do with all of this outrageous beauty?
