Standing in the spaces of transition, holding wisdom for tender hearts –
that’s the purpose of a liminal sage.

“We need to have people who mean something to us. People we can turn to; so that being with them is like coming home.”

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  • Shabbat Shalom

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  • Citius, Altius, Fortius – Communiter

    In 1938, a small bay Thoroughbred named Seabiscuit garnered more newspaper real estate than Roosevelt, Hitler, and Mussolini. Still reeling from the Depression and on the cusp of a second world war, Americans needed a hero – and they found… Continue reading