Moving your seat so you are no longer identified with the moving, branches, but instead with the trunk of the tree, still, rooted and at peace.

Where is God? “There,” exactly where you are.

In a world where all run about harried and confused, one man stands alone in his calm demeanor.

The remembrance of Shabbat is in and of itself the erasure of Amalek.

I know there is a way of accessing that presence and calm and strength, but how do I get there? Where are You?

We notice our own habitual desperate turn outwards and practice turning inwards instead to relax into the place of divine abiding calm planted inside us.