Welcome home!

Welcome home

I love all Chassidus. Not just from our Chabad masters, from all the great teachers.

Still, the Chassidus of the Rebbe is mine. Its teachings resonate with a different kind of personal truth, one that was seemingly customized to address me, right in the heart of wherever I am.

These sublime ideas, once released into my brainstream, float around, lurking in anticipation of the inevitable opening — eventually pairing, nestling neatly into the crook of that compatibility, configuring cozily into me, steering me past the unruly mob of competing personas — ushering me upward, always pointing me in the direction of the highest, truest edition of my self.

Once there — as in a homecoming, I can safely set my “stuff down” and rest. There, out in my garden, the warm confines of a theologically familiar terrain beckons, as I dive into the refreshing warmth of its soil, singing a Basi Lgani, enveloped by a softness that I know well.