The difference between what those in the Diaspora are doing with their bodies and what Israelis are doing with their hearts.
I never saw any bright, shining lights in the relationships I was surrounded by growing up. But I've read about bashert, the Jewish ideal of finding the person you were meant to marry. It seemed like an interesting idea.
A house is not a home, but a bookshelf can be.
Purim Sameach from your friendly neighborhood sacred feminine uprising!
I've imagined and caught slivers of miracles. But I want a full-blown miracle.
My parents Abe and Sara wanted to be radical and change everything. But my rebellion was just being normal. Or at least, that’s what you would think if you saw me.
Is it so bad to have the walls breached?
Without it there could be no growth.
Isolation would set in,
The possible would remain impossible.
The beauty of the Hebrew, the imposition of the commandment, and the laughter of the night, tie us together. I I forget everything; the picket lines, the ugly words, and the deep, searing, inner heartbreak of a people that have failed me.
The dishes will wait, they will always be there. Just put down your phone, walk away from your screen and start creating.
