Would You be my Minion?
Oct 20, 2025
I have this thing about asking for help.
It doesn’t fit neatly into the story I like to tell myself about myself.
That I’m independent. A figure-outer. A go-getter.
Someone who’d survive all alone on a deserted island by shimmying up coconut trees barefoot and spearing wild boars with stakes sharpened by sarcasm and wit.
Which, let’s be honest, is really just a cover for another story.
The one about how terrible it feels to need anyone.
Because they might say no ...and I’d feel rejected.
Or say yes ...and I’d feel indebted.
Or laugh ...and I’d feel small.
Or never answer at all ...and I’d feel invisible.
Which, in truth, is just the cover for something deeper — the messy, beautiful truth of being human.
That it’s confusing. That I still get it wrong. That I’m learning, slowly, how to let myself be held.
So… here I am, asking for help.
Here’s the ask:
I’m asking for your help bringing Vessel to more people.
For years, I’ve lived with the quiet faith that what’s meant to be, will be. That whoever is meant to find this work will somehow find their way. And they always have.
And I still believe that.
But I also believe in more.
I believe in the power of community and intention.
Do you know how many people in my world found me “by accident”? Because an algorithm decided to toss me onto their feed or a friend mentioned me in passing?
But what if they didn’t find Vessel by accident?
What if they found it because you welcomed them in?
Belonging is our greatest need — and our greatest fear.
What if we don’t belong? What if we never will?
So we build walls, or we prove we don’t need anyone.
(Hi, it’s me. The coconut-tree-climbing loner.)
But I’m ready for more.
Vessel is about tribe. About belonging. About being seen and celebrated in our full, glorious, flawed humanness.
So… would you help me grow our minyan?
This drawing is circa 2017. From when I taught Tefilla in high school. Story for another time.
minion (noun)
min·ion
- a follower or underling of a powerful person, especially a servile or unimportant one:
That's the literal definition of a minion.
By in my semantic brain, the word minion has two meanings.
A servant who does your bidding.
And also a minyan, a quorum, a circle of souls who lift one another up.
And that’s what I’m asking for.
Not servants.
Souls.
Would you take part in this minyan?
Would you invite a handful of people you know to our Vessel Coffee Date this Wednesday?
Because as much as I’ve tried to prove I’m invincible and can do everything alone…
I don’t want to.
I want to live in a world where we recognize and support one another, where no one is expected, or even encouraged, to go it alone.
There’s enough coconuts to go around.
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How you can help:
These are the links you can forward to people you think would love Vessel
Register for the Vessel Coffee Date – Wednesday
Share the Vessel registration link with your people
Invite them to listen to the Vessel mini-series podcast
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A few details:
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Vessel modules are pre-recorded (watch the lectures at your own pace.)
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Live Q&A calls are Thursday mornings at 10:15am EST (and yes, they’re also recorded so you can watch later).
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Modules open Motzei Shabbos at 8:00pm EST (I won't open them earlier for those across the pond, sorry!)
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The WhatsApp group is where all the fun — and friendship — happens.
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This week:
Coffee Date: Wednesday morning, 11am EST
Welcome Call: Thursday morning, 10:30am EST
And when you register, we’ll ship you the Vessel Heartwork Journal — it’s stunning. The sooner you join, -the sooner it arrives at your door.
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Maybe the bravest thing isn’t doing it all alone.
Maybe it’s letting others in.
Maybe it’s saying:
"I can - But I’d rather we do it together."
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