All this is hard. As much as I wish I could be soft with myself and understanding and even compassionate, I can be excruciatingly mean.
There is no path. The path is many paths. It is an empty field. It is an entire twelve lane highway.
Heaven and hell do not resonate with me. I much prefer an afterlife that allows all souls to learn, grow, and reach their spiritual potential. But that doesn't require me—or you—to tolerate mean people.
Often, life seems a cold, hard outgrowth of unfeeling nature. Occasionally, I sense something mystical. I'm not sure what I believe, but I sure know what I hope.
Jewish monastic communities could offer warm, exhilarating homes to many who seek a comfortable niche. Let's build them.
Read the origin story of Rachel's new album, The Upward Spiral, a true Hevria original, and why it took a lot of bravery and love to get her where she is today.
I feel like a visitor to the earth. This place is absurd but oddly thrilling. I've learned to cope and even enjoy it. I may not be home, but I'm here.
The pursuit of happiness has no end goal. The pursuit is everything.
When I first met the patient I will call "Jacob", he approached me claiming a need for grief counseling. After the second session, it became apparent that there was more to explore than he had led on.
