June 15, 2011 § Leave a comment

We have to leave home in order to become ourselves

We have to find our way back in order to become whole.  In the exile, we stay

somehow broken.

Since we can’t self-repair (go back), we vow to be the ones to repair


We leave each place in a better condition than how we found it

Practising in the holiness of time, in the holiness of the absence.

In the contraction

in the galut of every person’s heart.

Packing everything

the dishes became sacred

evidence of a past

Nothing less than kosher

We moved together shoulder to shoulder, a flock of migrant doves, we bowed, and remembered

To return.


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