Difficult feelings from my most immediate “past life” often comes up during this time of the year.

That life started in Poland, and ended in Treblinka in 1942.

I regret to say that most of the trauma I experience now is not from that terrible end, but the oppression I experienced as a young woman within a very closed community.

One of the reasons for me being where and when I am is to experience being Jewish in a different way. But when I sit in shul during high holy days, I’ve been opened, and then it’s still the same Hebrew, the same liturgy. Things arise to the surface.

I don’t know what to do about that. hm.