I confess: The Rabbis terrify me.
Because when I read between the lines of their rulings,
I am reminded of my own mastery.
That I am here.
Alive. Breathing life into my own verses.
And all the while, reading the ancient language to make sense of theirs.
I was never supposed to stumble across their words… or even my own.
But through the accident of birth and the collision between my living and being,
I find myself the recipient of something I was never supposed to reach.
But through my own willing, cleaving, and searching,
I have wrapped my struggle around myself like the embrace of the tallit.
As if to say,
“Yes. I am deserving.“
Of the learning.
The blessing of the teaching.
And the honor it is to teach.
