We hunger to love the undiscovered, we long to grow fond of wanting, help us remember what we have forgotten.
Moments hold meaning. But do they change our lives in real, sustainable, ever-lasting ways?
If I value Chasidic teachings and modes of thought, is that enough to call myself "Chasidic"? And aren't labels the worst?
Jewish monastic communities could offer warm, exhilarating homes to many who seek a comfortable niche. Let's build them.
A chance encounter with a wise Jew reminds me to strive for something beyond knowledge.
I am flirting with all kinds of life changes and choices, from differing modes of observance. I am surrounding myself with more and more people who make their own way in this liquid Judaism which doesn't need to be Orthodoxy but still has G0d at the core. What is for me?
Given the options, I’m glad I don’t fit in. I’m glad I keep my eyes open. I’m glad institutions make my skin crawl, that being in church—or anyplace that feels like a western, Christian, colonized knockoff—doesn’t feel right to me.
There is no path. The path is many paths. It is an empty field. It is an entire twelve lane highway.
Sarah Tuttle-Singer tells a gut-wrenching story about the moments after her mother died, and the man she met briefly who transformed her experience.
