Along the Way

In light we are dissolved, overcome by a reality leaves no room for doubt or fear or curiosity, nor need for courage, flexibility, or interpretation. And so, benevolently, the light that once filled the world contracted to make space for you

I'm driving down the mountain. The forest on either side of the Jerusalem Highway has an eerie, mystical aura. The words pop into my mind: Free Choice

Shabbat is the pause between, the no-man's land, the dark of light, the in of out, the light of dark, the in-between

At a certain point we have lived long enough to see that every choice we made was made in ignorance.

There is the shapes of the letters themselves. The dance of black and white on the page. The delight in having these strange lines take on sound. The surprise when, all at once, four or five of these shapes group together to make a word with length, depth and dimension . . .

I picture it pulsating somehow, like a lighthouse, like a heartbeat, like the rhythmic in and out, on and off, here and there, now and then, dark and light of life

Flying back to Israel from New York, I sat next to an Israeli who didn’t hold religious Jews in high regard.

It was merely the expectation that I would see the Rebbe again. Or, to be more precise, that he would see me . . .

Family relations for a ba'al tshuvah is a tricky, and often painful affair

I had been a seeker for many years by the time I knocked on the door of Lubavitch House...

I was first called to the Torah at the age of 36. It was a short walk to the reading table, but in that brief period of time I became very anxious about what would be expected of me...

They entered me like tiny pieces of a puzzle that found the space, or impression, that was carved exactly to fit their dimensions. Then they would snap together, forming sentences and paragraphs and concepts...

I work 12 to 14 hours a day. I have even less time than money. My obligations to family, work, and community are greater than any time in my life. Yet I have never been more free