Breslov English N'Shei
A small circle of women learning one story together.
There is a story Rebbe Nachman tells of a prince and a servant's child who were exchanged at birth. Each one grew up living the other's life — until something inside them began to whisper that this isn't who I am.
We are going to sit with this story for six weeks. Slowly. Together. Not as a class. As a circle.
The seats are limited on purpose. A circle only works if it stays small — if the same faces come back week after week. After June 2 the circle closes. If something in you is being called to this, don't let it pass quietly. Save your place now.
One story. Six movements.
The exchange, the inherited life, and the first stirring of remorse.
Living as someone we were never meant to be. The ache of injustice — and then the turn: if Hashem allowed this, how can I keep behaving this way?
Listening to the inner voice and crossing into the unknown.
The ben melech heeds the dream and takes the first job. The merchant's cruelty, the thick forest, the man in the tree, the forest man and the bag of bread — while the ben shifchah sells himself as a slave for that same loaf.
From terror to delight.
The howling of the animals gives way to a hidden song. The forest man hands him the instrument and points him toward the city.
Becoming one who understands one thing from another.
A new faculty awakens — reading reality itself, hearing what's underneath what's said.
Feeling chased, and placing the statue at the center.
The garden you cannot rest in. The act of setting the statue at its heart, and what shifts when a hunted soul finds its center.
The throne sings. The truth is recognized.
The throne is set right and its song returns. At last he knows: I am the true ben melech, and you are the true ben shifchah. Coming home — but changed.
A short summary, and a few questions to sit with — for your journal or for our circle.
Write about a place in your life where you sense you've been living a role that was never really yours.
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Recall a "dream" — an inner nudge — you once heeded, and a forest you had to cross because of it.
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Notice a fear that has, over time, turned (or could turn) into a song.
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Track one moment this week where you understood something underneath what was being said or shown.
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Name the "garden" you cannot rest in — and the statue you would place at its center.
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Write the sentence the throne would sing about you, if it could.
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A short writing assignment
Half a page, not an essay. The depth comes from honesty, not length.
A tiny daily practice
Small on purpose. Real change happens in the in-between moments.
Our Tuesday gathering
Live, in the room, 11:00 AM at Livna 2.
Every session is recorded. Members get a private space to listen back, post their thoughts, ask questions, and continue the conversation between Tuesdays.
Once you've RSVP'd, you'll receive an invite code to create your members account.
Takes a minute. You'll hear back from me.