I guess we, the unfortunate souls trapped in the cement jungle of the biggest apple of the world – New York City are so used to the pollution we take for air, that once we hit the real clean air of the country, our bodies start to reject it. Right after returning from my mini pre-birthday trip, I had to collapse with a migraine so bad that I couldn’t move my eyes again, let alone my head.
Lying in bed again
Every sound hurting like a bee sting
Every speck of light
Penetrating my brain
With my past mistakes
They say I don’t have to pay
With pain for some quiet moments of happiness
Why then my every breath
Is hammered into my brain
With an axe of memory?
Coupled with a ton a work, there is no way I can write a D’var Torah myself. However, I have decided to leave you with the words of the teacher way-way better than myself, my Pardes teacher, Rabbi Meir Schweiger. You can listen to his podcast on this week’s Parshat Behaaloscha – בְּהַעֲלֹתְךָ here.
So, the only thing I was able to do today besides work was to make myself a quick, easy, and yet healthy lunch of spinach pasta with collard greens, arugula, a bit of cheese (of course) and pine nuts.
Thankfully, I am invited out for Shabbat.
So, with that,