Learning to Pray on the back of a Jet Ski
Suddenly my mind formed a prayer. “May my oneness connect with the oneness of the dolphins.” More flowed forth: “May my echad connect to my son’s joy of speed and jet power.”
Suddenly my mind formed a prayer. “May my oneness connect with the oneness of the dolphins.” More flowed forth: “May my echad connect to my son’s joy of speed and jet power.”
The kippah was never a challenge thrown at the world. It was a door held open.
How many experiences or adventures are we closed to because we say, “I cannot do that?”
Something in me is revealing itself as new, and I think I have never been more beautiful.
It is intolerable that Israeli Judaism must constantly grapple with the agonizing weight of physical force while liberal American Judaism remains comfortably disengaged.
I found people who understand that, at their best, science and faith are not rivals but two disciplines of devotion.
Our advantage is that we are geniuses at raising children. Our failure is that we are terrible at raising adults.
What would ritual look like for people who, for whatever reason, become estranged from a family member?