It was the last chicken in Brooklyn. Well, the last one that was still clucking.
Shlomo Carlebach said that gentiles tell stories to put themselves to sleep; Jews tell stories to wake themselves up.
We are fish benumbed by the commonplace of our individual bowls.
A poetic interaction with sacred texts for Kol Nidre, created for Open Temple's service.
Like an alcoholic I feel like saying, "It's after Yom Kippur somewhere", as I crack open my spirit once again. Maybe I should stop. I've had over thirty Yom Kippurs already and I need to drive home.
These are some of the songs that help me try harder and help me feel closer during these Days of Awe. Enjoy.
I regret those words as soon as I think them. But it’s true.
We are not a joke. Your ethnicity is not a joke. Your religion is not a joke. Because Yom Kippur isn’t about fasting.
But why can't every day with G-d be a chag? A holiday. If G-d is everywhere then why can he only enter the field one month out of the lowly year?
Seven years later I could tell you that I’ve found the same venue for joy within observant Judaism, but I haven’t.
