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Thursday, June 9, 2011
rabbinate
"I believe in worship"
A woman sat next to me in her yoga attire at a quant cafe near both our houses. She is older than I am, with grey, shoulder length hair and round speckled glasses. A Jewish woman, a poet, a resource- wealth of knowledge and spirit. She asked me questions yesterday about my life. What I studied, where I want to go and what I want to do, who I am. I was slightly nervous because she sat there, comfortable and successful; accomplished and secure. I sat there with my security shall wrapped around me, slurping hot chocolate; trying to appear that I had not spent the last two.five weeks in crisis. I said that I was torn between the pursuit of therapy (as a vocation) or scholarship. She asked me if I had ever considered the Rabbinate. I said yes. But the truth is no. It would be a combination of those two things. And I think I would flourish, because I, like her, believe in worship.
a thought arose like a high watered bay.
it provoked every inch of security.
the cold shriveled her hands and the sound deafed her ears.
while all was weeping silently.
her expression silently teared.
A woman sat next to me in her yoga attire at a quant cafe near both our houses. She is older than I am, with grey, shoulder length hair and round speckled glasses. A Jewish woman, a poet, a resource- wealth of knowledge and spirit. She asked me questions yesterday about my life. What I studied, where I want to go and what I want to do, who I am. I was slightly nervous because she sat there, comfortable and successful; accomplished and secure. I sat there with my security shall wrapped around me, slurping hot chocolate; trying to appear that I had not spent the last two.five weeks in crisis. I said that I was torn between the pursuit of therapy (as a vocation) or scholarship. She asked me if I had ever considered the Rabbinate. I said yes. But the truth is no. It would be a combination of those two things. And I think I would flourish, because I, like her, believe in worship.
a thought arose like a high watered bay.
it provoked every inch of security.
the cold shriveled her hands and the sound deafed her ears.
while all was weeping silently.
her expression silently teared.
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