Here I am.
Sitting on my mother's couch.
Having left home
Having come home
I am a basement generation rabbi,
(at least for a while)
I am a wandering Jew
I am the prodigal daughter come home.
My body aches and my head is mostly empty.
It will take some time to wrap my tired brain around this -
where I am
where I have been
where I now find myself
where I want to be
I used to feel
unsure of how to stich all the parts of myself
into an authentic whole
Sometimes I feel torn
unsure of how to
But I feel more myself lately
I am come home to myself
or at least I have begun
The journey toward wholeness
is a lifelong journey, after all.
I will break and come together a thousand times or more.
And I will find myself stronger each time.
The cracks in the heart make the heart whole.
And home is where the heart is.