A poetic interaction with sacred texts for Kol Nidre, created for Open Temple's service.
Potash Feldspar woke up and looked at the time. There, glowing brighter as the day progressed, the information projected on the closed drapes read 8:01AM. 58 degrees Fahrenheit. Hanetz at 8:45AM. His tired old eyes widened slowly and he rolled over to see his wife lying next to him, still sound asleep. Mr. Feldspar got dressed and put on his watch, which synced effortlessly to the drapes and his vitals came on screen. “Modeh Ani L’fanechah” he began to recite to himself.
My Rav doesn't understand about my bartender. I haven't ever had the chance to tell him this, but I think G-d draws me to this young man. I think She wants me to tell him something.
My brother and I explored our ancestry through a DNA test. The results surprised, intrigued, and inspired me.
Sometimes I don't want to explain myself. I usually don't get it either.
Tonight, I will wine and dine divine inspiration,
I will start with tremendous illumination.
The struggle of having opinions and hating politics wholeheartedly at the same time.
I spend the whole week living like a pinball; bouncing and ricocheting through life. By the week’s end, the last thing I need is someone telling me how to relax.
Passover cleaning - Love it or hate it you can't escape it. Might as well make it somethin' sacred.