The problem’s galus. The solution’s geula. Simple, isn’t it? The problem’s galus. The solution’s geula. Easy to forget.
It was happening again. Again I’d found myself in a group social setting and again was suffering from Overunder Syndrome (OUS). For those of you unfamiliar with this condition (and for those of you who are, but in undiagnosed form), I’ll explain. Whenever necessity or circumstance sequesters me together for any appreciable length of Read more
Sometimes a person just needs to keep moving down the road, doggedly moving even when there’s no hope in sight.
I’m visiting Israel for the Jewish New Media Summit, and all the while, in the back of my mind, I’m asking myself: Could I move back here soon?
He could be a holy man for all I know
Sorry to disappoint you, but on the Inner Diet, you eat everything. There are no culprits, no saints, and no soap box orators.
I want to do it. I want to be able to write a poem, as Esther suggests, saying ‘Count me in’. I want to be able to live by those words, and to find others holding ‘a thread of common destiny’ – other orthodox Jewish writers who write to make a difference in the world; who write as an expression of their soul’s higher purpose; who write to put a smile on God’s face.
The more spiritually aware a person is – the faster s/he will accept the tochacha and be appreciative for it.
For as long as I can remember, I have drawn strength and exhilaration from a beautiful view. In seminary, on long hikes, as everyone swiped beads of perspiration off their foreheads and pushed their aching legs up the rocky winding trail, I’d linger on the edges of the paths, feeling tiny and insignificant in the Read more