Category: Shruti

On The Waters

I set thee in the passage of the waters. I set thee in the swelling of the waters. I set thee in the ashes of the waters. I set thee in the lustre of the waters. I set thee in the way which waters travel. I set thee in the flood, the place to test […]

Openings

The scene: It’s 11 pm on a Saturday night and I’m supposed to be doing the offertory prayer for tomorrow’s service. There are a couple things that I’m feeling and they mostly center around what could be called discomfort but what I’ll call instead growing pains: The rhythm of church remains uncertain to me. Also, […]

A Mishmash Of Things

Growing up in my largely white small town in the largely white state of Minnesota, going to temple meant, at its most fundamental, seeing people who looked like me. I remember my time at temple as always joyful, chants perpetually buzzing in the air like the very pulse of the sanctum, little kids in bright […]