Originally posted October 11, 2009, there have been many hundreds of first steps taken since as we continue on into our missions.
We met in a tiny office for NYU graduate students. It was 1993 and she was very friendly. That's because she came from California.
We pounded out the idea of friendship together, did office work together, survived so-called writing classes together, graduated together, wept together, wrote together, planned together. We buried ideas, ex-boyfriends hopes, and parents together. Sixteens years were filled with gasps from infuriating new ideas, risks of spirit and never enough meat-fests from BBQ.
Now Josslyn is in Divinity School. I say a journey of a thousand miles starts with one step. She says when marching with Dr. King, Rabbi Heschel said "When I marched in Selma, my feet were praying."
And then there's the first step of recovery she and I had embarked on so many years ago:
We admitted we were powerless fighting the greatness of our mission and that our lives became unmanageable the minute we turned our backs on the Divine.
In the Flow - I’m sitting on the bed, my heart pounding, and the crew guy looks at me to ask, Are you ready? I nod, exhale, and then am wheeled out onto a bright stage a...
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