Remember how a few weeks ago, I shared about how an issue at work had turned sour, so sour it might have even been antisemitic? Well, last week, on Rosh Chodesh Nisan, a miracle occurred. It wasn't a huge miracle; nothing like the splitting of the Red Sea, but it was my miracle. My little miracle, or Hashem's way of telling me everything is going to be okay. I can't reveal everything now, all the wonderful details and how they interconnect, what I can say is, I finally at long last ...
Pesach
Returning Home
Pesach [Passover] begins tomorrow evening. I'm listening to The Prince of Egypt soundtrack. Later, I'll be getting my last bagel before the upcoming 8 days of matzah (B''H). And for whatever reason, I can't stop thinking of home. I miss it. Of course, I don't mean Texas from where I hail. I mean Israel. I mean Jerusalem. These past few weeks, the desire to go back has been aching again. Then again, it never really goes away. It just ebbs and flows with intensity. It's been almost 3 ...
New Beginnings
I know I'm guilty of starting these off by saying how difficult life has been, distracting me from my musings and thus writing. However, when I say difficult this time around, it is no mere wolf-cry. Life has been uncharacteristically extraneous. If it were myself alone feeling this constriction, then I would not categorise it as such. It's the plethora of others whom are struggling, too, which support my claims that life has just been down right stressful beyond any explanation other ...
Israel: 70 Years of Beauty
As my rabbi loves to quip, “What a long month this week has been.” My week can be summoned up in two words: Oy. Vey. I’ll just skip my usual digression and say Life has been unusually busy recently. (Though, I feel like it’s been this way since January…?) Regardless, I’m finding myself inspired today. Yes, Life has been rough, painful, stressful – you name it. And intense? Did I mention intense? However, it’s all been worth it. It always is. I think a perfect example of this is ...
Passover Failure
I never know how to start these blog posts. It always feels so pedantic. So we’re in the middle of Pesach; Passover as it’s more commonly known. This time of year is not merely to remember and reflect on the life of Moses and the Exodus from Egypt. As usual, it permeates far deeper than memory in our psyches, or neshama. As we say during Seder, we must feel as though we endured the bitterness of Egypt ourselves and are leaving our slavery and sorrows behind to begin a new life of ...
