WRITINGS

Week after week, we bring in the light of Shabbat. We women strike the match, anticipating the Shabbat glow enveloping us, the warmth, the coziness, the exhale. We say the beracha quietly, in a moment of deep connection: with ourselves and with G-d, with Jewish women everywhere. The light stirs us from inside, and settles there too. We welcome G-d in; into the space we have created for us .. the set table, the elevated meal. We are ready. Our Shabbat light is spiritual, but a

To be demanded of us that which we can not see or feel. Taste or smell. It evades our senses, our fingertips unable to grasp.  A thought...

Good, evil.  Emotional, intellectual.  Physical, spiritual. Free will, predetermination. Me, us. I, You. Truth in lie, distortion in...

The paradoxes of life are what makes our earth spin, let me try to elaborate on the yang and the yin.  The very essence of our being is a...

"All my days I grew up among the sages and did not find anything better for the body than silence "— Pirkei Avot 1:17. Life’s biggest...