Shabbat Emor: Teach Us To Count Our Days

Why is the language of lovemaking so hard to learn?  Why is the body so often dumb flesh? Why does the mind so often choose to fly away at the moment  the word waited for all one’s life is about to be spoken? (Alice Walker, the Temple of My Familiar) Beginning on the second eveningContinue reading “Shabbat Emor: Teach Us To Count Our Days”