Nostalgia calls,
Beaming from ancient hillsides,
A legacy lay dormant,
buried in the Judean soil
contoured crests and valleys
unfolding along a lush river of time;
Bonding over salads and stories, a relationship changes forever.
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.
I exist beyond biology....I am a warrior and my cause is honesty...I choose to feel everything.
I needed to find the meaning in all this. I found two rabbis who comforted me, one from the Talmud, and one from Ohio.
Eve lives inside my skin...she is primal, she is woman, she is curious, she is new, she is wild...Eve is not "The fallen slut that caused all the trouble," though oversimplifications of texts would have us believe that.
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...
In the star-strewn field where we meet... Before the gates close... Hold me in a slow-dance ecstatic embrace.
