Of TV and Memory: Or how my father’s yahrzeit helped me stop worrying and enjoy media
Each memory clicked into color like a film cell, telling a story of who my father was.
Each memory clicked into color like a film cell, telling a story of who my father was.
Your website might say that you’re “warm and welcoming,” but what does that look like in practice?
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?
When you feel your heartstrings tug at the suffering of the world, can you ask: Who is doing this work already? How can I support them?
Perhaps we’re not as nice as we might think. If it feels good to help others, does that make the act less altruistic?
In the poetic imagination of the psalmist, g?d-as-King sits on a throne made not of gold and jewels, but made of the values of righteousness and justice.
Linger a bit on a word that is speaking to you. Take a meditative moment to close your eyes and breathe.