Under a rising half-moon, 120 souls sat on tapestries laid out for them in between headstones, the marble stones and the names etched into them a visible reminder of where all of this ostensibly leads.
This year, Yom Kippur, an ancient technology that leads us through an annual near-death experience, must be renewed.
With its assault on life’s breath, COVID bears elements of a spiritual, as well as physical, ailment. We have lost touch with our communities, our families and most essentially, our breath.
The sukkahs in our midst are a visible reminder of the formerly invisible homeless.
It’s not easy to look at our personal shortcomings. It is much more satisfying to take to the streets and demand others change before changing ourselves.
