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“Wow is me.” by Caroline Rothstein

I’m rebranding myself. Trying something new. Shifting perspective. Seeing what might fit. You know that old adage “Woe is me”? It’s a nod to Psalm 120, which reads—in English, from the Hebrew translation on Sefaria.org: A song of ascents. In my distress I called to GOD— who answered me. O ETERNAL One, save me from treacherous lips, from a deceitful tongue! What can you profit, what can you gain, O deceitful tongue? A warrior’s sharp arrows, with hot coals of broom-wood. Woe is me, that I live with Meshech, that I dwell among the clans of Kedar. Too long have I dwelt with those who hate peace. I am all peace; but when I speak, they are for war. Here’s...

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“Ritual Ri(gh)t(e)s” by Caroline Rothstein

I am a ritual girlie. Maybe because I am Jewish. Maybe because I am on the clairvoyant / witchy / intuitive spectrum (although, honestly, I think we all are). Maybe because I’m human, and ritual is often an inevitable way we cope, usher, ground, anchor, transform our daily lives. My summer was hard. I know this to be the case for a lot of people I know. A lot of people on the planet. A lot of places where the scorching horns of hell engulfed daily existence with an unwanted ritual of famine, or scarcity, or violence, or devastation, or destruction, or even death. I don’t think death should be a ritual. Nor violence. Nor famine. Nor hell. But somewhere...

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