I have some insight to share, and I hope you'll benefit from my social ineptitude.
None of my own accomplishments matter. I only want what you have.
I gave birth to a rich afterlife realm. Judgment, adventure, insight, amazement... it's all there.
My spiritual quest is kind of skewed since I so want our world and lives to have mystical significance. I wrote a poem about it all.
There are times when your heart continuing to beat has to be enough.
Galut (exile) is when we sooner believe them over ourselves in reading the truths of our own skin, in deciphering the lifelines of our own palms.
This is tale of wanting to fit in. It’s also a tale of how far a person (okay, me) might go to fulfill a specific idea of what fitting in means.
Isn’t that what nesting is? A physical manifestation of a promise? A way of convincing ourselves that this time will be different? And it delivered.
