Who lives under the tichel?
I’m a mom, a full time student, ex massage therapist, a bellydancer and a henna artist. I do fun stuff with clay and fiber. I have way too many cats, and I like to knit. Old school Ur-Goth, once upon a time follower of the Grateful Dead, Humboldt Honey, occasional denizen of intentional communities and hippy communes. Sometimes vegetarian, sometimes not. Irreverent, with a dark sense of humor totally inherited from my parents (an ex ER doc and open heart nurse who taught me to laugh at the terrible in order to stave off the tears). Queer ally and activist. Agitator. Commentator. Troublemaker.
I am a liberal, I am a feminist and I am a Jew in the process of returning to my faith which sometimes feels like it is at odds with everything I just wrote.
I’m really observant in some ways and not so observant in others. I know G-d exists not because the Torah tells me so, but because I look around me and I can’t think of any other reason for the marvelous things that exist. The human hand. Opposable thumbs. Plasticity of the brain. Fractals. Look at that and tell me there isn’t some reason behind it.
I DO believe that we should all just fucking get along already. My interpretation of G-d’s will for us is that we leave the judgments up to Him and get down with the important business of trying not to be hideous to one another while we’re here on earth. Throw the first stone and all that. I’m not here to judge anyone else and I get a little prickly about being judged, so don’t start or you’ll find yourself holding a one way ticket out the airlock. This is my space, my house, my living room. Respect it.
Do you like to knit? Don’t care for my brand of religious introspection? Then you can read about me knitting here. Or not, it’s all good. This is where I’m primarily keeping the more religious/introspective stuff that my knitting readers may not care about.
peace, y’all.
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