All this is hard. As much as I wish I could be soft with myself and understanding and even compassionate, I can be excruciatingly mean.
On transformation - and the space in between all the stops along the way.
"It was in that moment that I was hit with the realization that this was a man who had never loved anyone."
What are you keeping inside?
Am I the only one that feels this way?
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.
Sometimes, distance only makes the heart grow more pained.
If you had a little tape recorder in my head and pressed record, you’d capture all sorts of stuff. But one thing would emerge - the words I use to talk to myself. And they aren't pretty.
I had thought that I was being observant because it was the right thing to do. I was wrong.
