Given the options, I’m glad I don’t fit in. I’m glad I keep my eyes open. I’m glad institutions make my skin crawl, that being in church—or anyplace that feels like a western, Christian, colonized knockoff—doesn’t feel right to me.
While borrowing lines from ancient liturgy, Zusha’s music is a blend of jazz, reggae, folk, ska, gypsy swing, and traditional Jewish soul.
Purim Sameach from your friendly neighborhood sacred feminine uprising!
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The onus is, and has always been, ours.
Sometimes it is through loss that we come to discovery.
Eve lives inside my skin...she is primal, she is woman, she is curious, she is new, she is wild...Eve is not "The fallen slut that caused all the trouble," though oversimplifications of texts would have us believe that.
In which Chaya risks speaking her true feelings about female Rabbis...
I was made for breaking. I am built from the raw material of utter destruction, every fissure
bursting with crumpled petition.
