I remain torn between what feels like my duty to be the keeper of memory – if I don't remember my maiden great aunts, who will? – and my desire to have a life that's based in the present, with room to actually move around and dust-free air to breathe. I want the air. And I still want the basement.
Read moreGuest Drash: Shimmering Spirit and Counterfeit Coins
But God has created our world in such a way that this shimmering essential true nature is hidden from us unless we seek it out – God wants us to claim our essence and act from it, but only out of absolute free choice. We have freedom to NOT seek to come closer to God. “Divinity hides, hoping we’ll come and find it.”
Read moreGuest Drash: Scapegoating and Healing the Scroll
The Psalms tell us, even ma'asu habonim, haytah l’rosh pinah: the stone that the builders rejected has become the cornerstone. We must do the hard work of redeeming, reclaiming, those parts of our essence that we have scapegoated, that we have sent away. We need them to become whole, to be who we are meant to be and become.
Read moreIn the Wake
But we don’t as easily tune into our other ways of remembering. You see we are still riding the wake of the Shoah. We are still in the water, bobbing up and down.
Read moreBlessings and Bugs
It's funny how on a planet of 9 million species, we can so readily think of ourselves, and no other creatures, as the ones. As the Earthlings. Imagine how insulted we'd be if aliens finally landed and, calling out, "Hello Earthlings," they breezed right past us to speak with a rosebush.
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