Jennifer Baum
Here I was in Marrakesh, brought right back to the core of my being, to my father, through a mourner’s prayer more than 2000 years old.
Here I was in Marrakesh, brought right back to the core of my being, to my father, through a mourner’s prayer more than 2000 years old.
A poem from Hila Ratzabi: The earth will hold you better Than God can.
You can’t make a voodoo doll, I repeat. It isn’t our magic to use. I think of the magic that should be ours to use, instead. The faith we should have in our mezuzot and our medicine. A magic based on belief in the good.
We will curse the noise when really we should bless them all—everything is as it should be.
This year, on December 16th and 17th, we are hosting Illumination: A Chanukah Celebration of Devotional Arts and Embodied Prayer.
I grew up Reform in a synagogue that “sat mixed.”