We are all so hard on ourselves. We didn’t. We can’t. We won’t. And then there’s an even worse coda: we never will. What’s funny and surprising to me, after the birth of AHAVA, how much I’ve thought about what life is, what life really means. Not that I have any idea. I don’t. But I see her and it all seems so simple. Naively simple. Isn’t life about breath, and love?

Of course there is more. There is the world. There is unmitigated evil that takes so many forms. And injustice. And death. And war. Of course there is so much more.

What strikes me now is how we choose, each of us, to live with what we know. What becomes our subject, our object, our life.

For me, when I try hard to be honest about the connecting links, about what I believe and why, about what I know and what I don’t, what I know is we

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.


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