“The life of Sara” is the portion in which she dies. Avraham buries her, he cries too. Sara, our foremother, says the Zohar, is a metaphor for the body, Avraham, our forefather, the soul. The body is buried, the soul carries on (literally).

In this week's Parsha, Shemot, Moses meets G-d.

Uncommonly, in a burning thorn bush.

The bush burns but it does not get consumed. "V'hasneh Anenu Ukal"

I took a poll, and "Just delete 2020" received almost 95% of the votes. I am kidding. I don't have time for polls. But it sure does seem to be the spirit going into the new year---

Have you heard the latest? "She is SUCH a Dena." Truth--- it's actually another popular Jewish name (hint; begins with a K) that has taken center stage in 2020, but I am proposing a new one.

We work, we entertain ourselves, hang out, chat, and (used to) vacation. And all of this works ---until it doesn't. Until something happens that causes us to wonder, is there more? Oh, there is more. 

This week's Parsha is named for the Jewish Matriarch Sara. It wants to tell us that she died, but instead, it tells us how she lived. Sara lived for 127 years. The Torah is always particular…

I am functioning on autopilot. I go about my hectic day alternating between semiconsciousness and full-throttle action, neither of which requires much intention or reflection. I am doing all the things I can do just as well in my sleep

Much of life is analogous to a road or journey. As the traveler, we move along, sometimes fast—sometimes slow, as we trek this thing called life.