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Etti Krinsky

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Born and bred in the beautiful state of New Hampshire, Etti Krinsky has always been writing something. She blogs about her world at This Public Diary, and dreams of making a positive difference in the world one day.
The month of Tammuz aligns with the beginning of the summer, and that’s where we find ourselves right now—at the start of a month that is physically warm in temperature and also warm in spirituality, full of G‑dly revelation.
Meditations for the Month of Sivan
In the third month of the year, Sivan, the third child in the family, Moses, gave a nation that can be broken down into three parts—Kohen, Levi and Yisrael—the Torah, which comprises three parts: Torah, Neviim and Ketuvim (Shabbat 88a). What is the symbol...
Meditations for the Month of Iyar
We are faced with a task of rebuilding our lives after a miraculous redemption. Now is the time to heal.
Meditation for the Month of Nissan
There are two parts to creation, the same way there are two parts of existence.
There is nothing that can hurt us, break us or be taken from us because when we are connected to our Creator, we are joined with the Source of all.
New volume spurs worldwide study of Shaar HaBitachon (‘The Gate of Trust’)
When Esther Hecht walked into a Judaica store during a recent visit to Brooklyn, N.Y., she laid eyes on a book that seemed to be pulling her in. The book was titled Shaar HaBitachon: The Gate of Trust. Hecht was on a visit to New York from South Africa, w...
Moshiach is not only a solution for our pain in this life. If that’s what I believe, then why would I risk upheaval for the sake of something that doesn’t affect me in this moment?
Anyone with any knowledge about the natural way of trees would say it should have died.
I was sure that my future would not hold the religious beliefs I had grown up with. To me, the rules and guidelines I was forced to keep in school were all that was keeping me religious.
My soul is awakened, as if it could hear someone calling its name. It stirs slowly at first and then begins to become fully alive, as if it finally has a purpose.
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