Genesis, art, and Hitchcock. Continuing where "I’m Done Being A Jewish Artist" left off.
There is a little whisper within you. It speaks discreetly, yet yearns to be heard.
I miss the Land. The air. The views. The people. So yes, the trip was special. But there's more.
Reuven Chaim Moshe Ben Moshe Chaim Reuven stared out the pod bay window. Another distant planet disappeared out of view, and he let out a sigh. His ship, the Nebuchadnezzar, stabilized and went into hyperdrive. Shabbos was coming, he thought.
You went off to some island. You spent all day speaking in tongues to a king. There was plenty of food and too many people. Now what?
Chai Elul Sameach! A message for you from the angels on this auspicious day.
While in the desert, Moses' periods of seclusion on the mountain were key to his progress as a leader and the transmission of The Torah. Like any introvert, only by entering into a safe, individual space could this have happened.
We hunger to love the undiscovered, we long to grow fond of wanting, help us remember what we have forgotten.
A conversation about how to honor people, the Torah, and the nuances of public vs. private life turns into a conversation about how we define frum -- about what makes an observant person observant.
And here’s where I start to get uncomfortable.
