Can you imagine the practical grace in your thoroughgoing pulsation?
I am eight years old, lying in my parents bed. In another room, my parents are arguing. I drift away feeling this was all my fault. That somehow, I am responsible for the pain and rage around me. That somehow, I have to fix things. That somehow, I am only lovable if I am perfect. It's a heavy, heavy burden to bear. And now I am a mother of four, still bearing this weight.
Loving with reckless abandon is the best act of revolution.
The sacred excavation of helixed antiquity and brand-newness.
Read the origin story of Rachel's new album, The Upward Spiral, a true Hevria original, and why it took a lot of bravery and love to get her where she is today.
Chaya's pursuit of the Holy Grail of pregnancy - an ecstatic birth.
Because sometimes you write your story down, even though you'd rather just scream.
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