I am in here.
Just gulped the last water I’ll get until tomorrow at sundown. That concept has such a finality to it. “Don’t be such a wuss,” I tell myself. “If you want to be a wuss, Judaism is obviously not the religion to try.” I have such interesting conversations with myself. At sundown (just now) started Tisha … Continue reading Fasting
Some of what’s on my reading list for my conversion studies:
[Sorry about the lack of posts. On Monday, the DSL in this area died. It came back the next day, but our wireless router was still dead. All fixed now!] So you know you’re really in Jaffa when you stand in an overheated little kitchen off of a pigeon-shit-bespattered courtyard, slopping dishwater on the tiles … Continue reading Jaffa, life therein.
My mother had not appeared to me in my dreams since her death, until this morning, during the very last dream I had before Chaya came to wake me. She and I were sitting chatting at a table, possibly drinking tea. We were having an ordinary conversation, about nothing I can remember. Then, she pointed … Continue reading last dream
white pebble 