3am thoughts & threads
First stop of our day is the Sephardic Jewish Foundation. Javier tells me that we have history waiting for discovery... My grandfather leans over, his whiskers tickling my ear, whispering, 'I remember my own grandmother lighting candles every Friday night before dinner, quietly praying. Always quietly, as if no one should hear her words but God.'
They say the best place to start a story is at the beginning, but whose beginning? Where does my real beginning start? With my parents or with my ancestors? Those mysterious, earthy souls.
It started like any other day—doing the morning things,sipping tea,debating a big lunch, a light dinner,or just skipping it alluntil some word or cue shaped the rest of the day. Typical Thursday here. Then the cue came.And the heart knew.The body knew. The distant sky grew dark—not everywhere,just over there,at the edge.You know the kind... Continue Reading →
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