The Rising Life

Something was bothering me all Shabbos, as I thought of my sourdough post. As I watched and worried over my fledgling sourdough starter, I fretted (who even uses that word?!) that I missed something important in the chronicling of my sourdough journey. It came to me on Shabbos morning, when of course, I could do nothing about it but wait until today to share it with you – my dear reader. So here’s what was getting to me. Quite simple, in fact. My blog post was all about the mechanics of this sourdough thing, but it was completely missing out on any spiritual reflection of the matter. Was something wrong with me? Why was I missing insight into this thing? This journaling journey never set out