from Giving Rocks to Rocks Ellen Bass and The Book of Hours Joyce Sutphen All: We lift one rough weight, making it sacred, the way one moment can be raised out of the river of our lives. Reader: There was that one hour sometime in the middle of the last century. It was autumn, and … Continue reading Prayer with Fringes 11/03/2015 – the way one moment can be raised out of the river of our lives
And I’m still searching words and music by Pete Seeger http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wRRKdQLEGnk And I’m still searching Yes, I’m still searching For a way we all can learn To build a world Where we all can share The work the fun The food the space The joy the pain And no one ever Ever need or want … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 1/27/2015 – and no one ever need or want
To my old brown earth words and music by Pete Seeger sung by Ari and Jason Heitler-Klevans, whose mom went into labor at a Pete Seeger/Anna Crusis concert in Philadelphia http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3V1qgg6w0_E To my old brown earth And to my old blue sky I'll now give these last few molecules of "I." And you who sing, … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 1/27/2015 – and I do charge you not to cry
(talk delivered on Kol Nidre 5775 with the Tikkun Olam Chavurah, meeting in Germantown Mennonite Church in Philadelphia, PA) I want to talk to you tonight about why we’re all here to listen to and recite a prayer that is actually more a kind of contractual statement in a language almost none of us speak … Continue reading Elliott’s Talk for Kol Nidre 5775 – Fringes and the Future of Judaism
Read this poem: from Gregory Orr Ask the tree or the house; Ask the rose or the fire Hydrant - everything’s Waiting for you to notice. Everything’s waiting for you To wrap your heart around it. That music has been playing Since you were born. You must be mad to resist it. Always the beloved … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 2/5/2014 – that music that has been playing since you were born
To my old brown earth lyrics and music by Pete Seeger To my old brown earth And to my old blue sky I'll now give these last few molecules of "I." And you who sing, And you who stand nearby, I do charge you not to cry. Guard well our human chain, Watch well you … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 2/4/2014 – to my old brown earth
Fringes: a feminist, non-zionist havurah 