Here we are now at the end of the book of Genesis. No celebration. No miracle.
Joseph grows old, speaks to his brothers, and dies.
Our last image in Genesis is not creation or freedom or return.
It is a coffin in Egypt.
(Sounds depressing, right? Maybe give it a chance.)
While I waited with Israeli friends and loved ones for the hostages to return I read and watched the shared words and images of dozens - maybe hundreds - of Jews and Palestinians and Israelis and Gazans and settlers and Palestinian residents in the West Bank. I took it all in. I slept for a couple of hours. Then I read Bresheet, this week’s Torah portion. Twice. What you’ll find here are a first draft of my nearly sleepless thoughts and musing and questions and associations. It’s a bit of a rough ride, but hopefully an interesting one.
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