And why I don't go. I wouldn't go back, but I'm not going to lie: I think about the old days and there are certain things I still want that I can't have.
This hakhel year, I want to build a real, in person community like I always imagined.
Impermanence, no self, non-attachment: no, thanks.
This Hanukkah, the world is upside down. Let's flip the script.
I'm sick of hearing people I agree with ask why. You know why. You know why Sweden, and England, and France, and "the academy", and the whole universe wants us to die.
Reflections on community, from a Yom Kippur of inspiration and challenge.
I need you for my starry-eyed revolution, my sexy insurrection.
I am talking about a desirous uprising.
Who will join my love-army of Cosmic Carrots?
Is there a security in believing we fully know the ones we love?