Find the hidden light
In the beginning there was only the holy darkness.In Jewish Kabbalah teaching it is called the Ein Sof, or the source of life. And then, at a moment in time, this world, the world of a thousand, thousand things, emerged…
It is better to light a candle
“It is better to light a candle than curse the darkness.” Thank you, Eleanor Roosevelt.Please count me in. I’m definitely in favor.And yet, I do wonder how (and even if) it is possible—to spill light, or to make a difference,…
Tender gravity of kindness
Under-the-weather health is never fun. And can easily upend whatever is on the list, not to mention our disposition. So, it was no surprise that with my plans for Sabbath Moment up in the air, I was at wits end,…
Try to make a difference
Our world lost a bright light today.President Jimmy Carter died peacefully, age 100.In his words, “I have one life and one chance to make it count for something. I'm free to choose what that something is, and the something I've…
At home in my own skin
A great Rabbi died. He had been revered and loved by his congregation. After his death, it was decided that the Rabbi's son, himself a Rabbi, would take his father's place.This pleased the congregation, for the son would be "just…
We can make a difference.
A farmer walks along the furrowed row, stopping every three feet, to place a potato start into the soil. His young son keeps pace, on the opposite side of the furrow, weighted with a burlap sack of starts, wholehearted in…
The gift of showing up
As I write this, I’m relishing revisiting an article I had clipped, with a photo of the man giving this testimonial: "It made me feel like a human being again."Wow. Is he referring to a church? To a mandatory therapy…
Where we begin to heal
“Oh the land of the cloudless day,” Willie sings. The music is cranked up, of course, to the level that makes your heart swell. And I smile big, thinking how I prefer my life and my stories that way; with…
The light we can spill
Another week when so many in our world feel alarmed or exhausted, scrambling in their minds to make sense of it all.And I know this; when I’m tired, I prefer my head in the sand.After all, “What can I do…
Music as the hands of grace
I believe in the healing power of revisiting. Returning to stories—in books and movies and parables—that have reminded us that hope and joy and renewal are alive and well. Stories that ground us in the gifts of sufficiency and wholeness.…