This is the Ehud I've been waiting for, the Ehud I've always believed in, the Ehud who has something to share with the world and has found his voice in order to do so.
I think the thing that leads us down to the dark basement in the horror movie is a very deep visceral need of some sort. Not a flippant drive, but a lack so profound it defies rational thought. I guess you could call anything lizard brain but I think that the deepest emotions that are incredibly difficult to access consciously are important; they are our warning system. They are very difficult to handle because it’s hard to even know what they are, and very powerful but they come to say something important. I posit that the behavior stops when the need is understood and met.
Your writing is wonderful. Your stories are always a newfound treasure unrelated to previous things you have shared.
Your story about your brother waiting for you praying and the police is probably my favorite, but the picture you painted of you trying to convince your non observant born Jewish friend about the beauty of Judaism really speaks to me. There’s such a conflict between wanting to share truth and not wanting to be that person.
This is the Ehud I've been waiting for, the Ehud I've always believed in, the Ehud who has something to share with the world and has found his voice in order to do so.
I think the thing that leads us down to the dark basement in the horror movie is a very deep visceral need of some sort. Not a flippant drive, but a lack so profound it defies rational thought. I guess you could call anything lizard brain but I think that the deepest emotions that are incredibly difficult to access consciously are important; they are our warning system. They are very difficult to handle because it’s hard to even know what they are, and very powerful but they come to say something important. I posit that the behavior stops when the need is understood and met.
Rivka, I think I follow, but remember, a writer is never going to sing praises when a comment is more profound than the original post. :)
Your writing is wonderful. Your stories are always a newfound treasure unrelated to previous things you have shared.
Your story about your brother waiting for you praying and the police is probably my favorite, but the picture you painted of you trying to convince your non observant born Jewish friend about the beauty of Judaism really speaks to me. There’s such a conflict between wanting to share truth and not wanting to be that person.
Thank you so much.