Before I had had the time to be an adolescent, I became an adult. Thousands of looks trying to hold on to their lives weighed upon my own. Today I live and I bear witness so that through me their memory can be kept alive.
As I till the soil of my past and my origins, I have realized that awakening to oneself is only possible by forgiving oneself. We are not gentle with ourselves. How often am I surprised at how I mistreat myself and others! How can I welcome myself, or welcome others for who they are, if I do not follow this path?
My identity as a baptized Jew is not an obstacle but a vigorous root from which the sap rises. This path of peacemaking allows me to offload an immense weight and reconnect ever so carefully to my personal story and my identity.
Our dis-ease in the present lies in the past. And when we find the Source, it gives meaning to our lives.
Without words, the sentence has no meaning. Without the Word, my life has no meaning.
Silence cultivates the inner world. These are moments of grace which give birth to beauty. Silence listens to life singing.