Last night our HOA hosted the annual Halloween party for our neighborhood. 40-50 of us gathered in our clubhouse for a pizza dinner before heading out to trick-or-treat. I don’t know what came over me, but I suddenly felt an
We Come Full Circle
We Come Full Circle A circle is opened. Sitting in the circle: People of different faiths, backgrounds, experiences, colors, voices, faces, hopes, fears, loves, names. Singing: to punctuate the silence. Silence: to punctuate the song. Eyes closed: visions unfold. Eyes
Jewish Marriage Retreat
3 years ago, my wife, Rabbi Loren Filson Lapidus, and her colleague, Rabbi Lydia Medwin, created a marriage retreat through our synagogue, The Temple, in Atlanta, GA. Since both Loren and Lydia are married to rabbis, the 4 of us
Making Space
Two parallel processes– making space within and making space around. I’m working on creating space within. Building on the space between breaths. Stretching the space between stimulus and response, between experience and reaction. Trying to cultivate a kind of internal
What is Scripture?
I didn’t realize it until a few moments ago, but for the last couple of years (maybe longer), I’ve been thinking about the question: “What is Scripture?” Now that I realize this has been a foundational question for me, I
What’s it like to be a rabbi?
I have a cherished colleague. Her name is Dr. M. Cathy Harmon-Christian. She teaches in the theology department at Marist. Among other things, she and I have a chavruta, a study-based friendship. It’s a lot of fun. An offshoot of that chavruta
An Incomplete Meditation on Connectedness
An Incomplete Meditation on Connectedness I am connected to this computer to this couch to the sounds of the white noise machines in my kids’ rooms being carried through the speaker of our video monitor
Asking for a Friend
Asking for a Friend For permission & forgiveness compassion & judgment discretion & sharing warnings & recommendations teaching & learning seeing & believing witnessing & forgetting embracing & discarding approval & disdain sharing & keeping tears of all kinds tears
Driving on Roswell Road
The other day I was driving on Roswell Road. In Atlanta. Sandy Springs, technically. It was about 6:15 pm. Suddenly. I realized. I knew the person. In the car. In front of me. Which made sense. Because we were
Death (Day 3)
Everyone else in the hotel has their plans for the day and we have ours. People look at you a little funny and with a tinge of pity when they see you dressed in funerary garb. The limo arrives at