November 12, 2018

Breaking Free

      

    Stop. Breathe. Think.

    I closed my eyes.

    Relax. Recharge. Reflect.

    I observed my mind. What did I find?

    In the depths of my awareness, I entered both a paradise of peace, and a tornado of turbulence; after dwelling in the clear, still present, I submerged into the chaotic void of the unreal. I remembered - I relived my experiences until they fused and forged with my internalized narrative. I fantasized – I mapped...

May 25, 2018

Why Me?

            Why am I here?

            For many months, I set aside a few minutes every day to ask myself this question, Determined to discover the source of my soul, I entered further into my inner awareness, cutting through confusion and uncertainty with the sharp blade of concentration.     

            First, I was a writer. Then, I was a teacher, and then I was an entrepreneur. I was a creative artist, a self-sacrificing...

March 23, 2018

Saying Goodbye

          When I went to Jerusalem to learn in yeshiva, my friends and family were concerned. Some said I was running away from the real world, and that I should find a job like every other college graduate. Others said I was brainwashed, or joining a cult.     They were right. I was escaping. But, not from the real world. I was escaping from the fake world. They were also right that I was brainwashed. I was washing – cleaning – my brain, which was layered with gunk from too much T...

February 5, 2018

Training

          As I tie my running sneakers and put in my headphones, the cold, night air stings my nostrils. A rain drizzle sprinkles the hard, unforgiving sidewalk crossing over the bright, red and white highway blur. My marathon training is intensifying. Ten miles, twelve miles, sixteen miles – as the hours pass, I climb and fall with the sloping, concrete hills of Jerusalem.

          Turning onto King George Street, I imagine crossing the finish lin...

January 5, 2018

The Path

           We reached the summit of Crane Mountain before noon, before the bright, summer sun arced above the puffy clouds drifting through the sapphire sky. In the northwest, the Adirondacks spread like a rolling, green sea wave; at our feet, a gust of wind swept small pebbles across the rocky peak and over the cliff edge. It was the perfect morning of a perfect week of a perfect life. It was the sweet taste of organic happiness, the satisfaction of a deep, whol...

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