A mystery arrived at my doorstep – information encrypted within a quote over the door of a tiny German synagogue my ancestors helped build and lead in the 1820s. Decoding it was exciting, and reminded me of the ways we can remain in contact with the ancestors if we retain our imaginations and our curiosity.
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Spending a month alone in Worms was an unresearched, romantic idea. It wasn't what I was looking for. But maybe it was what I needed.
Read moreAndes Mountain High
On a trek to 15,000 feet, my greatest companion was Psalm 121. (The other companions were pretty amazing too.) A report-back on a struggle, a summit, and a psalm.
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I am walking around afraid. Not always afraid of something specific. My body is fueled by adrenaline and programmed by the epigenetics of generations of ancestors whose fear responses enabled their survival and mine. My soul has fluttered right out of my body. Is there any solid place where it can land?
Read moreTaking Sides
Taking the side of Peace.
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