beloved teacher and fellow traveler - yes! the rattling bones of the patriarch.. his ghost lingers longest.. he bears both the dreams and the broken ones and all the nightmares we'd rather not face.. THANK YOU for reading, seeing, sensing the layers and making the implicit explicit in so many meaningful ways.
I begin to appreciate---late-comer, off-and-onner I am to the journey ---just what artistry goes into these gems. It is the choice of verse and then its explications that are scintillating: what you do with them, the range of interpretation you bring to bear from the Sources, and the way you offer those into our lives. These kind of readings are hardly new to me; in fact they are what I like to do myself with far more limited knowledge, but Amichai, you convey a sincerity that I know rests on your own long, persisting, and often quite private wrestle with your values, demons, and loves.
And here's what came to mind as I read this piece. There is something else that rattles in the caravan, perhaps even in the same rude wagon that bears the ark along, and that is the rattle of the bones of Joseph. Perhaps you reflected on these, my maeven, in a post I missed, but I hear them here...what do they say in Elul as we wait to put on our shrouds?
beloved teacher and fellow traveler - yes! the rattling bones of the patriarch.. his ghost lingers longest.. he bears both the dreams and the broken ones and all the nightmares we'd rather not face.. THANK YOU for reading, seeing, sensing the layers and making the implicit explicit in so many meaningful ways.
Peter Pitzele
I begin to appreciate---late-comer, off-and-onner I am to the journey ---just what artistry goes into these gems. It is the choice of verse and then its explications that are scintillating: what you do with them, the range of interpretation you bring to bear from the Sources, and the way you offer those into our lives. These kind of readings are hardly new to me; in fact they are what I like to do myself with far more limited knowledge, but Amichai, you convey a sincerity that I know rests on your own long, persisting, and often quite private wrestle with your values, demons, and loves.
And here's what came to mind as I read this piece. There is something else that rattles in the caravan, perhaps even in the same rude wagon that bears the ark along, and that is the rattle of the bones of Joseph. Perhaps you reflected on these, my maeven, in a post I missed, but I hear them here...what do they say in Elul as we wait to put on our shrouds?