There's a reason Thoreau got all inspired by nature.
Intimate sharing is wonderful to a point, but dangerous and even bone-chilling beyond that point. The implications are deep and potentially mystical.
NYC is glorious: the street life, the food, the energy. But Boston is much cheaper and carries much less stress. The dilemma is intense and even spiritual.
I was made for breaking. I am built from the raw material of utter destruction, every fissure
bursting with crumpled petition.
Somewhere in a midrash it describes how during the plague of darkness the darkness was so thick that the Egyptians were unable to move around. That’s how I feel, spiritually. I feel like the darkness is so thick that I cannot move an inch.
My worldview is changing so much that, at this rate, I’m going to be a spectator sports loving fanatic within five years.
A stranger on a rooftop teaches Elizabeth how to keep Shabbat and keep her sanity.
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.
