The Long Way Back to Covenant
But I had gone to the one place that was supposed to have to let me in, and it sent me back to the house I’d run out of.
But I had gone to the one place that was supposed to have to let me in, and it sent me back to the house I’d run out of.
These ancient pilgrimage festivals, which coincided with Passover, Shavuot, and Sukkot, were anything but quiet religious observances.
A synagogue-without-walls shows people how to create a Jewish life that travels with them wherever they go.
I am still descending. Most days I think I’m just now learning where the steps are.
How do we move past the comfort of a false god and to strive for connection with true Divine presence?
I’ve come to believe that the practice of composing spiritual poetry in specific forms can itself be a spiritual practice of cultivating equanimity.
When we can delay the need for convenience and pleasure on demand, we actually tap into ancestral muscle memory for living rich and meaningful lives with a greater capacity for wisdom.
In a self-obsessed and individualistic world, how can we recognize, delight in, and live up to the commitments we have to each other, to the world, and to making it more sacred?
We register the bird in front of us in a sequence of time since the last time we saw that species; a dialogue between our presents and our pasts.
I’m learning by proximity—by being slowed down in rooms where time is treated seriously, where patience is a discipline.