The way the wax makes love to the wane: this is the faithfulness you are held with.
Imagine a web of gracious creation woven from utter destruction.
She, who is fearless, who walks out of the wilderness feral-shouldered and unbroken.
I don't really understand Talmud, but sometimes it speaks to me in ways I can't ignore.
No one can claim a monopoly on the truth.
Here I am; cringing as I attempt to flip my perspective upside down. As I turn the self-criticism dial to the right, and wonder would it would look like to spend the last few moments of Elul thinking about love instead.
My parents Abe and Sara wanted to be radical and change everything. But my rebellion was just being normal. Or at least, that’s what you would think if you saw me.
