Group superiority is not my thing. I prefer to see every soul's stunning potential.
From Hasidic questioners to rebellious nuns and priests, limit-pushers within tight-knit groups have a special camaraderie. I'm jealous.
Potash Feldspar woke up and looked at the time. There, glowing brighter as the day progressed, the information projected on the closed drapes read 8:01AM. 58 degrees Fahrenheit. Hanetz at 8:45AM. His tired old eyes widened slowly and he rolled over to see his wife lying next to him, still sound asleep. Mr. Feldspar got dressed and put on his watch, which synced effortlessly to the drapes and his vitals came on screen. “Modeh Ani L’fanechah” he began to recite to himself.
She was what was known as a bad girl and I was a goody-two-shoes...
What use is a spiritual mentor if you're an empty vessel ?
My Journey (video) I'm on Earth to cultivate my soul. I can grow a raisin, a peach, or a plum perhaps. I want mine to be a watermelon! I'm here for a reason. I'm here to make my soul juicy; a big fat juicy watermelon.
Would I really rather be mistaken for a Hipster than a Hasid?
I had just gotten back to the states from Yeshiva in Israel, and didn’t know what to do with myself.
It's not seeping into my bones like it used to and I want it back.
