Topic Tags: light

How do we make it through the bitterness, the darkness, the uncertainty of this time? We call on what we know from that wild, rudderless, nomadic experience of being both lost and guided bamidbar.

“When the dark comes, let it. In its own way, it offers us balm.”

A poem for the new moon.

“We embody the journey / Of seven times seven”

“Imagine a tiny flame behind your navel center kindled by your very being”

“If human soul is divine flame, / how can we draw close / to what flickers”

“Souls have a way of living on / Inside of us”

“We call dormant brightness into being”