Patriotism Ellie Schoenfeld My country is this dirt that gathers under my fingernails when I am in the garden. The quiet bacteria and fungi, all the little insects and bugs are my compatriots. They are idealistic, always working together for the common good. I kneel on the earth and pledge my allegiance to all the … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 07/07/2017 – and pledge my allegiance to all the dirt of the world
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Praying with Fringes 11/10/2015 – I keep living in this world without a reference point
The Hands of Time Ellie Schoenfeld Everything moves at the speed of a lily and every day a million snowflakes melt on somebody's tongue. The hands of time travel across my skin and deliver their holy benediction. I keep living in this world without a reference point. At night I lay my head on my … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 11/10/2015 – I keep living in this world without a reference point
Praying with Fringes 9/16/2015 – I stand here naked and perfect
Taking It Off Ellie Schoenfeld Some years are just one hair shirt layered onto another, each one doing its best to fuse with skin. Now is the time I will finally peel them off, a slow psychological striptease. I examine each one only briefly then throw it onto an enormous fire, that original bonfire fueled … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 9/16/2015 – I stand here naked and perfect
Praying with Fringes 12/12/2013 – One year since Newtown, and still the guns
Walking Ellie Schoenfeld A Tibetan prayer wheel turns and turns, sends prayers to the universe with every revolution. And now it is my feet, all our feet, walking, one foot then another, over and over, every step a prayer to stave off the horror at the edges of our stomachs. Every step a prayer. One … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 12/12/2013 – One year since Newtown, and still the guns
Praying with Fringes 11/22/2013 – Parting the Red Sea
Parting the Red Sea Ellie Schoenfeld My fingers swim through red clay seas that I am parting to plant tulips. The earth is cold because I have waited till the last minute. I am thinking this is an act of faith, an affirmative to Einstein’s question “is the universe a friendly place?”. Yes, except for … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 11/22/2013 – Parting the Red Sea
Fringes: a feminist, non-zionist havurah 