What if there's a non-Hasidic version of every Hasid just waiting out there and living their own life?
Heron, your indifference, your beak to the sky, your unmoving, ruffled stance on the crumbling seawall, your staunch you-ness, it’s so easy for you. To be you. You through and through.
There are times when your heart continuing to beat has to be enough.
Together we keep walking.
Be brave in the face of the unknown. Step forward and receive our communication.
Purim Sameach from your friendly neighborhood sacred feminine uprising!
