Some of us build our lives on the wreckage left behind. We make a sturdy space to walk. We cast out for sustenance. And we grow.
We just came through Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur’s around the corner. And I can’t stop thinking of death approaching on the roaring winds of this ruthless and deadly storm.
Somewhere between heart and home there is that place of coronation, a throne of tin, twine, copper, and oil.
It was an unmistakable moment. My soul was a channel, flowing to and from my Creator. And the most recognizable aspect of that flow was...
a true story and perhaps a cautionary tale
My heartfelt, sometimes anguished thoughts and prayers for this special time of year. I need help, and I'm not afraid to ask.
I exist beyond biology....I am a warrior and my cause is honesty...I choose to feel everything.
We would never fix the brakes on our cars without help, yet we routinely assume we can fix the far more complicated brakes on our thoughts, speech and deeds.
These are some of the songs that help me try harder and help me feel closer during these Days of Awe. Enjoy.
You get up at 6:15 AM to make it from Santa Monica to the Persian kosher market in the Pico...
