Milk is the first food we eat, gliding silkily over our infant tongues, filling our tummies with warm comfort. We never know hunger until we come into the world and milk is our first taste of love, of nourishment, and comfort. This week I’ve kind of been acutely experiencing a feeling of being lost in a wilderness. Maybe it’s preparation for receiving the Torah or … Continue reading A Sweet Gift
There are bits and pieces of stories of converts mixed into the Torah. We read the book of Ruth on Shavuos, which is such a moving story. We look to Avraham as the first of the converts in many ways. However, the story that has always fascinated me is the story of the “mixed multitude” that left with the Hebrews from Egypt. We know little … Continue reading The Missing Mixed Multitude?
At first, it was a wedding a chuppah raised high family and friends dancing a dress of white the sound of breaking glass we were willing to wait but waiting wasn’t enough slowly, that dream faded I cried only a little feeling selfish I had love and others did not we wed simply on a beach beautiful flowers still smelled sweet the rain stopped long … Continue reading Mourning Fading Dreams
The strings are tangled coiling up and evading prying fingertips his brow furrows his young fingers fumble I feel frustrated I can’t tie these knots for him or untangle the strings Some things, a boy must do alone to become a man My fingers twitch, wanting to tie the knots for him remembering friendship bracelets long ago my fingers deftly weaving them at camp the … Continue reading Fragile Strands of Hope
I’m reading a really good book about Family Purity called “Total Immersion.” All the books I’ve read on the topic previously have been more dry and focused on the “how” of the mitzvah, not the “why” or deeper spiritual dimension and I’m really enjoying this chance to step back and sink deeper into those aspects. One recurring theme is the relationship between us and Hashem. … Continue reading Birthday Cake and Mitzvos
I checked my outfit 3 different times, changing clothes and kept pestering the kids to get them ready. Mr. Safek nervously tied his tie. It had been a little while since he’d gone to the Synagogue. I didn’t understand his apprehension. After all, I’d heard it was a holiday party. This should be fun, right?! “What holiday is it that they’re celebrating?” I asked between … Continue reading The First Time I Went to a Synagogue
Imagine you’re sinking below the surface of a deep, dark pool of cool water. At first, you fight to stay afloat. You don’t want to drown. You can’t see what’s in the depths. You struggle against the water, trying to tread and keep your head above the surface. Finally, your strength reaches its limits. You realize your struggle is futile and you can’t continue on. … Continue reading Shavuos and Surrender