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.
What of our lives, when our brother's blood cries out from the ground? Do we remain clean-shaven? A peaceful shepherd? Or do we spend our days, "few and evil," trying ceaselessly to steal what was never ours to claim? As we prepare to trace the world's beginnings, may we choose life. As we greet the … Continue reading Choose Life: A Slichot Blessing