So I walked through the Santa Monica Farmers Market this morning before it opened. Officially they can’t sell before the opening blast, but they will, they do. I just bought some ramps and some tangerines for the office, but really, I went because it is a breathtaking place to be before the crowds come.
When I left home, my wife was at her desk reading a medieval Jewish text on spontaneous prayer, the kind of prayer that comes straight from the heart, unfiltered, without the aid of text or liturgy. That’s exactly the feeling I had at the market, and that I tried to capture in this video. Watch my video: