From time to time I have an ‘How did I fail to see that until now’ experience. There’s a turning I never took, a tree I never properly took note of in a garden I’ve walked past a hundred times. One such garden is the Machzor, the...
Recently I taught a course on Embodied Judaism to a bunch of rambunctious fifteen-year-olds. We explored disparate topics: the asher yatzar blessing said after going to the toilet; the Golem of Prague; Talmudic notions of gender. We s...
You know the classic scene at the beginning of Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark, when Indie is hanging on to a plant, suspended above a pit full of spikes, while the only exit is slowly closing in front of him? Neilah, the ...
