No Synopsis

Neverending sunray on the water outside the Bais Chana classroom

I’ve been back from my trip with Bais Chana in Key Largo for a few days now.

Or, at least, I’m kind of back.

I haven’t quite landed in Crown Heights yet.

I’m hanging in pendulum, my feet almost touching the ground.

I’m looking around, and can’t understand why everyone is rushing around and acting normally when I just went through something like this.

The pressure to write a synopsis about the experience is present, but for my own sanity – I just can’t. I still feel a little delicate, my insides are speeding every second to make more room to take it all in.

I want to say I’m a changed person, but the finality in those words leave out the reality that this new journey will continue onward.

I just need to be a little quiet.

I can’t spill this one out.


And besides, there’s no synopsis when it comes to capturing a soul journey.

There’s no synopsis when it comes to reaffirming the pressing need to teach truth.

There’s no synopsis when it comes to realizations of just how alive my people are.

In short, I feel as though I experienced something close to a revelation that took place on a humble desert mountain over 3,000 years ago.

In all my steps, my words, and my writing henceforth, these past two weeks will surely find a home.

It’s with me, wherever I go.

So let’s go.