My clothing does not define my relationship with God.
We've been exhibiting the tendency to run on empty, to pretend the tank is full despite complete depletion.
The rush of the risk of disposing of something I might need- in the hopes that the universe will replenish what I want- opens me up, like the greatest chakra work, and I’m fearless because of it.
I think we can all agree that one thing Chabad tradition got right was the establishment of healthy, spiritual habits. This one's my fave.
The passage of time is horrifying to face and acknowledge. But can it lead to something beautiful?
A new version of an ancient song from the Haggadah for your Pesach pleasure.
