Plowing and sowing and welcome to Paige!

Kinship with all that sustains us

Growing wise-ish

Where the beautiful and the ugly meet

The parking lot at the Albion Grocery

His memory is a blessing.

What if I saw my own brokenness, and that of every being, as part of our beauty?

A kind of hidden joy

Is anything really bad?

Joy, fun, celebration

to reflect back on the generations before us, our direct forebears, and our own younger selves, to ask them, dream them, and look upon their injuries and sufferings with more understanding and more generosity.

What is my soul work?

Easy

Almost any difficulty in life is bearable if we don’t have to face it alone.

Torah, by being Torah, elevates and honors the texture of life, with all its bumps and divots, the ALL of it.

It is important that we move in whatever way we move, with regard to Israel and Palestine and any other place of conflict and division, by reckoning that we share existence with all of these beings, and we have things in common.

I am fascinated and driven slightly mad by that gap between our passion about issues and our ability to generate useful ways to address them.

Wind and water are life. And they are a little, inexactly but evocatively, like God.

I hope we can return to whatever was best about pre-COVID life, and that we can hold on to whatever is best about the possibilities we didn’t know about a year ago.

[On Purim] I’ll put on my gorilla mask and suit and lie on the couch with a hot toddy in my hand. I won’t think about my enemies at all. I’ll think about all of you, my friends, in your costumes on your couches and how beautiful and silly we all are. I will just laugh and laugh and hope you’re doing the same.