The shiur last night was about bringing G-d closer into daily life.Not through mystical contortions or spiritual cosplay, but through logistics.

Blessings before food. After food. After the toilet. Washing hands. Standing. Sitting. Existing with intention.One hundred brachot a day.

A very lot, as my niece once put it, back when numbers were still emotional.

There was a particular emphasis on the first three words of almost every prayer:Baruch Atah Hashem.

Blessed are You, G-d.

And that’s where the whole thing gets strange. And very Jewish.

Because we don’t talk like that.

We don’t address our parents that way. We don’t address teachers,........

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