A Map Without Lines — A poem for Parsha Matot-Masei
I have a mixed relationship with maps.
I have a mixed relationship with maps.
Say what you’re going to say as if your words were arms intended to wrap around everyone you’ve ever loved.
Say what you’re going to say as if your words were arms intended to wrap around everyone you’ve ever loved.
It’s fun to get your name printed on things.
Friends are the best. No matter the distance. (And I wonder whatever happened to Jethro?)
Everything is faster than it used to be.
This week we take a break from writing about the text in the Torah to acknowledge actually receiving it. It’s a sweet and difficult book and the countdown to receiving it ends tonight.
The children of Lupert, according to their father’s house, amount to a tally of one.
Take all you want…but eat all you take.