I figured out what I most liked about the book Ariel Samson, Freelance Rabbi on its last page, in its very last line.
Here I am; cringing as I attempt to flip my perspective upside down. As I turn the self-criticism dial to the right, and wonder would it would look like to spend the last few moments of Elul thinking about love instead.
She, who is fearless, who walks out of the wilderness feral-shouldered and unbroken.
I did not have a good run up to, or a good time during, the High Holidays. The rain and the mosquitoes made hanging out in a sukkah a lot less fun than it was supposed to be.
A Yom Kippur reflection on the yearning for Gd in the midst of running away from His people.
a true story and perhaps a cautionary tale
The difference between what those in the Diaspora are doing with their bodies and what Israelis are doing with their hearts.
