Freedom: the intimacy between body and soul

You already know, but Nissan is the month of freedom. You know the most free we can ever be is when we are ourselves, when we can connect to our true inner selves and the desire of the deepest depths of our souls. If we can connect to that place within us, and if we can have the strength to act on what we know in that place, then we are so free.
It is a place free of ego, free of jealousy, free of competition, free of guilt, free of obligation, free of false desires, so free that it is just your soul standing there naked inside your body, with nothing in the way except the moonlight because Pesach is on the full moon, and as we sit there eating the Matzah, body and soul come together in a beautiful intimacy that they have so longed for throughout the year, but there was too much chumetz in the way, too much pettiness, slavery, dirty clothes. So I bless you all, all of us, that we can be free, truly free, and that we can be in touch with that place inside of us where we are free, where we are who we really are, and where we are doing what we are really meant to be doing, and I bless us also that when we do connect with this true part of ourselves, we have the courage, the strength, and the means to be ourselves and to be free.

On Wheat Allergies Becoming more and more Common

Sleeping on beds of challah, like clouds, in a field of wheat, like wheat the way earth made her, like Hashem intended, wheat before she started turning against us because of what we've done to her.

She wants to forgive us, but she'll continue to punish our children until we ask it of her, sincerely, from our hearts, our souls, the way we ask forgiveness on Yom Kippur. On Yom Kippur, we don't eat. We fast. We restrict ourselves from food so we can ask forgiveness and be forgiven. So the earth wants us to ask forgiveness of her, and until we do, she'll withhold her wheat and we won't have bread to eat. We'll fast from bread until we say we're sorry and make a tikkun on our actions that have harmed her.

Meditations from the desert: Breathe the world into being.

There are big, tall, powerful walls of rock in the desert. They are towering and strong and yet with the slightest flick of my finger, the wall poofs into dust-- it's not there-- it disappears into the air. It is so fragile. It's existence so dependent. I realize that the rock wall is just a collection of piled up sand and no more, but it's paradoxical because on the one hand, the wall does exist. I can't walk through it. It is there. I'll have to walk around it. But as soon as I brush the surface with my finger, it dissolves into nothingness, into a puff of dust.
Creation is this way. We are this way. We think we're so real, so strong, so invincible, indestructible, and it's true. I can't walk through you. But sometimes we have such egos, we think we're bigger than the towering rock wall. We're even bigger.
For me, it exists, but if I tap it with my finger, it dissolves to dust.
But what about when a person dies?
Flick of a finger. Dust. He dissolves into sand. And maybe that sand turns into a grand rock wall towering towards the desert moon. Or maybe it gets blown onto the street of Yerushalayim and is stepped on by the feet of holy people. Malchus.
My body is a shoe.
A real tower, a real body, dissolves into sand with the flick of a finger.




It went like this: when he dies, he dissolved into sand. In life, he was a pillar. But he saw the flick of a finger, and he heard a deep inhalation not coming from himself, and he saw that he was alone. He heard a heart beating like a drum. When the finger flicked, something sticky caught on to him. For a moment, he was lost in a dark maze. It caught on to him and pulled him out, but the body crumbled into sand.



She sat on top of a pile of sand in the desert. She knew what every grain of sand implied. For her the sand was created. For a tiny particle of sand, she was created.



The ground under your feet looks solid, but it's not. It looks hard, but it crumbles when you step.



A few sticks can make a big fire. A breath can make it grow to higher heights.
Breathe the world into being and inhale it back in.