It’s been a rough—weird—week. I don’t know about you, but I’ve felt like I haven’t been able to just be still; to sit and let myself expel the pent up pressures, to release the tears that need to flow, to enjoy the quiet of the morning, to allow myself to just be. You would think I’d remember to do it on Shabbat, but even that has become a day of “work” due to specific obligations, sacrifices, required of me for now. So much of my life right now is dictated by Time, I am trapped between ...
Musings
A Retrospection
This coming Saturday, I will be graduating. Not from university. I diverted from that traditional path long ago. Rather, I will be graduating from the certificate program I have shared with you here, the written storytelling one at the Woodneath Story Center. Though I won't be in attendance (it's Shabbat), and though I still struggle with discussing my being a writer with others (even on this blog), I feel a sense of accomplishment that perhaps I need to give more attention to than I ...
The Terrible & the Beautiful
While we were away, attending my sister-in-law's wedding, there was one moment from that entire experience which resonated with me the most having now returned to my "normal" life. It was the night before the wedding. Another set of family members had arrived to find their awaiting accommodations in the cabin we all stayed at infested with ladybugs. In the chaos of trying to find them alternative accommodations, especially as the evening drew to a close with the final moments of preparation ...
New Year Reflections
We spend so much time reflecting in preparation for the High Holy Days, I often found myself reflecting throughout the celebrations. Rosh Hashanah came and went without a major glitch, which isn't difficult to do. Often the problem is making sure I get all the food cooked in time whilst making sure I’m still maintaining some sense of the looming New Year approaching in a few hours, that I might greet it with the reverence it deserves. It was on Yom Kippur, though, I noticed the greatest ...
Lovesick
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. I think it’s desperation. Maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration, or an unattractive perspective. After all, are we not enough on our own, a whole person without need of another to complete us? Why then is there this agonising desperation that comes along when someone you’re close to—whether spouse or friend—is missing? If we are complete, why feel the sting of loss? Why desire? Why need? Why love? These musings come to me after enduring ...
