on a crumpled up paper, dug up from the ground you can still make out faint lines that spell a single word, “Av” and our recurring death demands we the great grandparent and great, great aunt and great, great, great uncle-less we, who have replaced our tears with lumps of flesh and dirt who have … Continue reading “If we dig we find that the earth is alive (and us, too)” – J.L. & D.S.
Beyond the plot points of collective memory and a seemingly dark, perpetual mourning, Lie wide open spaces beckoning us to enter. Spaces beyond constrictions, Jeremiads. Jerusalem’s crumbling walls. What exists there is unknown and yet, what is known is there are places to be born. Un-made places in and beyond each of us. Waiting to … Continue reading Finding Creation in Destruction: A Meditation for the Month of Av