Dear God, On this eve of Yom Kippur, I want to apologize for all the times You put a gift in my hands, and I turned it down. For all the times You gave me the tremendous gift of speech; with the power of
I wrote this years ago, after a tumultous time in my younger life. It’s the most personal and soul-bearing thing I’ve ever written, so it’s been hiding in my diary since then. Today a friend inspired me to share it, because many of us
Sometimes I get the feeling that my days are like a never-ending loop of the same day-to-day routine. Wake up, get ready for gan drop-off, drop off, grocery shopping, laundry, dishes, etc. While on the surface, my schedule looks the same, the underlying experience
I love painting in the desert. The desert isVastness.Serenity.Simplicity and calm.Landscape opens, so do the minds.Let go of clutter, enter light.Maybe we can receive the Torah. Again. Here.Or Hear Hashem in the wind.So I sit and breathe it in. Gulp it in can’t get