words from the soul
Every year, I would sit down during the three weeks and write. I always wrote about pain and suffering, the land of Israel and the idea of redemption. I couldn't run away from relating to the entire period so intensely and savagely. Fearfully. There was always an element of fear that flowed through my emotions. … Continue reading Letting Grief out to Play
The fires crackle again…it’s that time of year… The fields rustle…and gently sway…as the flames leap closer… Towards dried stalks of wheat and barley…an offering… Burning…burning…burning… Where are you? Shouts the snaking river of heat… Searching…for something more…something real…to consume… And the walls…surrounding her…hiding the pain…in the name of salvation…almost ready to fall… They will … Continue reading These Three Weeks
Colloquially Speaking 