Everybody’s fighting something. Or they’re not growing.
Take a tour of the spiritual opulence of Jerusalem in Sukkah season. Mystical enthusiasts the world over flock here like flies to Rosh Hashana honey. At the heart of this throbbing hub of spirit is Hagilboa street, home to a bevy of mystic magnates and inheritors of vast spiritual fortunes. See how the mystic upper-crust live.
It was funny, it was tricky, but there was also wisdom in there. I feel like that day, I learned something about being Orthodox, something important and fundamental, that I hadn't ever known before.
You’re only psychologically tricking yourself into artificial empathy that will get you nowhere.
I was born to Jewish parents, and that makes me a Jew by anyone's standards, Reform or Orthodox. That means I will always be a minority, an outsider, and anxious about G0d.
Like an alcoholic I feel like saying, "It's after Yom Kippur somewhere", as I crack open my spirit once again. Maybe I should stop. I've had over thirty Yom Kippurs already and I need to drive home.
Like Harry Potter, he showed us that we were special, not because we were born with this secret legacy, being Jewish, but because of what we chose to do with it.
How come the people I love most trigger me to behave so bad? What oh-so-sensitive buttons are these relationships pushing?
I have yet to find an answer. But I want to try.
It feels strange to start my writing on Hevria by admitting I'm speechless. But they wouldn't let me publish a niggun.
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
