Another bit unearthed in the old journal today. I’m not sure who I was writing this to. There’s no date and I don’t remember. Maybe I was writing it to my future self. Maybe I was writing it to the Universal Collective. I am putting it here for YOU. Whomever reads this, it applies to…
Repair of the World by Naomi Newman In the beginning before there were any beginnings or endings, there was no place that was not already God. We call this unimaginable openness: Ein Sof, Being without end, world without end, Ein Sof. Then came the urge to give life to our world and us. But there…
“Blue Mood” self-portrait When I was a young girl, I looked in the mirror constantly. My dad and stepmother teased me endlessly about my fascination with my own face. My desire to gaze at myself was clearly uncomfortable to them. Once I reached adolescence, my innocent fascination was replaced by self-criticism. I picked my face…
“Left Behind” taken with a Nokia 3650 cameraphone I saw this child’s sock on this fence post on my walk today. My Spirit had been calling me to breathe in the fecundity of the Earth and I heeded the call. I went outside with my Teva sandals, a raincoat and no hood. I wanted to…
