We hunger to love the undiscovered, we long to grow fond of wanting, help us remember what we have forgotten.
Moments hold meaning. But do they change our lives in real, sustainable, ever-lasting ways?
Chaya's riff on being a Jewish Feminist. And a spoken-word rendering of the teaching of the Diminishment of the Moon.
Remember that there is a higher reality in the world. The material here and now is not all there is. Nobody can ever be perfect in the material world, but we darn well can live life with purpose and with meaning.
I am flirting with all kinds of life changes and choices, from differing modes of observance. I am surrounding myself with more and more people who make their own way in this liquid Judaism which doesn't need to be Orthodoxy but still has G0d at the core. What is for me?
A conversation about how to honor people, the Torah, and the nuances of public vs. private life turns into a conversation about how we define frum -- about what makes an observant person observant.
And here’s where I start to get uncomfortable.
As the sun set over the stadium, we were treated to an astounding sight. A pulsating rainbow arced across the sky. We said a blessing and then looked away. The Talmud says one shouldn’t gaze at a rainbow, a teaching that has troubled me in the past...
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.
I’m lonely for a real leader. I’m surrounded by charismatic pulpit Rabbis, authors, lecturers, Halachic geniuses and community activists-- yet something is missing. I don’t feel like there’s anyone out there fighting for me.