Start Learning Here?

Imagine: you are about the start teaching Torah in kindergarten, and you have to pick where to start them. Which story would it be? Abraham’s journey, Rachel at the well, Joseph’s coat, Miriam watching Moses gloating in the basket, perhaps the sea splitting or the amazing experience at Mount Sinai?
You would look through the whole text, cover to cover, and then, excitedly, point to the Book of Leviticus: Here! Confused parents demand to know, why and you say, “The sacrifices are pure, and the little ones are pure. Let the pure one deal with the pure things”, at least this is what the midrash said (Psikta D’rav Kahana, 6).
It’s not clear what is meant by this statement, so I allowed myself my own musings.
The Book of Leviticus begins with sacrifices: what to bring when, how and mostly why. The Hebrew word for sacrifices, korbanot, comes from the root k.r.v. which also makes the word karov, to be close, also a relative, and kravayim, internal organs. I’m reminded of another midrash that before the world was created, tshuva was created, that is a way “to come back”, “repent”. This has to be one of our best contributions to humanity’s mental health, the idea that one is not doomed, that there is a way to go back and fix things, that there is a way to get closer, especially when we move away; what a liberating idea.
Let’s be clear: The sacrifices were not a quick fix. Watching one’s animal slaughtered on the altar had to be very (very) hard. I think that for variety of reasons, people must have tried to avoid it. But that did not matter. It matters that it was there, and that this is something we learn early on: having tools to come nearer to G-d; having good and bad, both, within us; having a way to make up, all that is critical.
There is another beautiful and critical lesson right in the first word of this reading, Vayikra, and He called – G-d called Moses, and then spoke. Last week’s parasha ended with the completion of the mishkan, the Tabernacle, covered by the cloud. How would Moshe know what to do? G-d calls him, then speaks to him! Rashi says that G-d calling Moshe first, as if getting his attention, or inviting him into His house, is leshon chiba, a loving way of speaking. Indeed, G-d and Moses model a relationship: G-d Himself doesn’t assume Moses is always available. He calls first. Moses waits, ready to hear. And we teach this two-way communication to our children: We call G-d and He calls us.
But then, if you look at that first word in Hebrew., you might notice the last letter, the alef, is small. Why? What if the alef was not there? The word would be vayikar – “and He chanced”. Commentaries say that Moshe was so humble, he didn’t want to show off that G-d is calling him. Further, this is the book of Torat Hakohanim, the Priestly Law (hence “Leviticus”) but Aaron is barely mentioned. Moshe was thinking about his brother, being considerate of his feelings too. Yes, it is a midrash, but this too we teach our kids early on, as if we say something like: ‘the stories are great: how the world was created, where we’ve come from, who were our forefathers, but if we have to choose between that and how you will behave I your life, in your future, well guess what’…
So maybe this is why children started their Torah learning with because Leviticus includes more than a third of all mitzvoth, and we believe that what we do is what matters; that if we err, we can correct; that we have to be busy building our relationships horizontally and vertically, with patience and respect and love.
Shabbat Shalom.

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Getting Together

What is the goal of a journey? To see places, to acquire new experiences? If we look at the Book of Exodus in its totality, maybe it’s all about connecting.
We started with shmot, “names”, a list of separated individuals, part of the same family, going “down”. Now the route to “going up” goes through “vayakhel”, becoming a kahal, a joint assembly that works together towards a common goal. I can’t help but wonder if that is indeed the deep meaning of “all journeys”, as the Book of Exodus ends with “bechol mas’eihem“, the idea of making real, lasting connections?
This week’s Torah reading might hold one of the most redundant pieces in the Torah: yet another long list of mishkan (tabernacle) constructions items? For a book that is so stingy with words, why the repetition? There is at least one other place where the same list is repeated over and over again (check out the Book of Numbers, chapter 7). Are those the editor’s typos, too tired and unable to notice he writes the same thing over and over again?
We might deal with Numbers when we get there. As for this week, I’d like to suggest that our reading this week is not a repetition at all. There is a huge difference between receiving instructions and complying with them. This would be like the difference between getting a homework assignment and doing it; between hearing a request and fulfilling it: “honey, could you please…”? “sure!” and it’s done, quickly, enthusiastically, precisely, with no guilt or expectations for accolades. We got the commandments not to murder, not to steal, to keep Shabbat, to keep kashrut, yet no where does it say that we actually were able to fulfill all of them. In fact, it’s obvious that we didn’t, that we fell – and fall – short. After all, that’s what it’s all about: the human struggle to rise above, to “make progress”, to be better today than yesterday, and tomorrow, get up and try again.
And yet, here, something different. We did it!
Indeed, some commentaries consider this parasha to be the greatest miracle of Jewish history. Not the Exodus, the Ten Plagues or the Splitting of the Sea?? We can look at it semi-sarcastically: ‘oh wow, the Jewish people finally do something as they are told, without any arguments, shortcuts, excuses…’ and yet, wouldn’t you say that in our private life we would consider this a miracle? Just imagine: everybody working on a project they don’t completely understand, not its pieces and not how it’s going to come together. Nevertheless, they trust in their task, their purpose, each other, and the final product, and are all on it. Vayakhel. A whole community working together as one.
It’s no wonder then that in this parasha again, we see a connection between the mishkan and Shabbat, each carving a piece in its own dimension: Shabbat in time, and the mishkan – in space. Shabbat also benefits from a community celebrating together, even a just the mini-community of one’s home. It frames the whole week and gives us something to work towards together. We can further appreciate that creating Shabbat is also a little miracle (every week it’s a miracle!) and entering Shabbat – and moving about in it- should be treated with the same respect and reverence like entering a Temple.

Shabbat Shalom.

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More Than Israel Kept Shabbat…

After spending long chapters in measuring beams, building tables, preparing coatings of gold, fashioning a lamp and other details such as tying loops around the curtains, making olive oil and sewing fancy clothing for the Priest, the Torah portion os Ki Tisa brings in a mix of topics: We’re counting the people, going through more descriptions regarding the construction of the Tabernacle, talk about Shabbath observance, and ends with the famous golden calf. It’s a minute before Shabbat, so I’ll try for just a quick taste of everything.

How do we count the People of Israel? From the desert time to our own days, we do not count by pointing at people and saying 1,2,3… In traditional synagogues, counting a minyan is done with a verse: הושיעה את עמך וברך את נחלתך, ורעם ונשאם עד העולם “Save Your people, bless Your inheritance, guard them and lift them forever” This verse from Psalms in Hebrew has 10 words, one for each man. But Moses and Aaron had to count the hundreds of thousands of people in front of them. What did they do? They did not count with songs but with a “half-shekel” which everyone had to bring. Why “half-shekel”? Why not a penny, a stone or perhaps stand in “threes”, army style? One interpretation suggests: half a shekel so that everyone remembers that s/he is not complete without at least one other person; that in our essence we must connect to others and the world around us, that we are not solitary mountains, hiding away from each other and away from the world.

There are other descriptions about the construction of the Tabernacle and the observance of the Sabbath, and all of a sudden, in the middle of all this pastoral work, the Children of Israel came to Aaron (Moses is on Mount Sinai busy) and seek to create a “God that will go before us.” An amazing story. Some people say, ‘I do not believe in God because I have no proof. If only I could see what a miracle, a tiny miracle, just something” … ever mind the discussion about the countless daily miracles in our lives which we miss or take for granted, but here are the people who must have seen the most miracles possible: the plagues in Egypt, the journey from slavery to freedom, the splitting of the Red Sea, the sinking of the Egyptians army… What else? But it’s all lost in a short time. True, Moses has been away for 40 days, maybe just 39, maybe already 41, but we know he’ll be right back, won’t he? How come they are already looking for alternatives, collecting gold (faster than collected the half shekel for the Mishkan …) and are hard at work on their new god? How did this happen?
We do not know. We are missing pieces of the story, but the Midrash offers to fill it in for us. Accordingly, Satan (whatever it is, we’ll leave it for another time) showed the Children of Israel the coffin of Moses floating in the sky. He created the illusion that Moses died and maybe – just maybe – they will remain in the wilderness without a leader. Important: The Midrash purposely says that what they saw was an illusion, with no real basis for what followed, because it wants to highlight for us how dangerous doubt can be. In order to undermine one’s confidence, you don’t have to destroy it completely or to bring ‘evidence’. It’s enough to plant doubts, safek. It starts gnawing us from within and the rest is history.

“And the children of Israel kept the Sabbath in their generations,” it says in our Torah portion, which we say in the Shabbat morning kiddush. Shabbat is often mentioned near the construction of the Tabernacle Saturday, lest we think that building a mishkan or synagogue for G-d is sacred and important and therefore permissible to violate Shabbat for such construction. But, as Abraham Joshua Heschel said, Shabbat is in the dimension of time what the temple or synagogue are the physical dimension. And while the physical might come and go, the spiritual remains with us everywhere, thus Shabbat takes precedence. Echad Ha’am who was not “religious” per-se (whatever that meant) said that “more than Israel kept Shabbat, Shabbat kept Israel”. Clearly, there were always different levels of observance or else we would not need so many laws, but the bottom line is that Shabbat was key in keeping our identity throughout the generations.
Shabbat Shalom.

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Tetzave 2015

It is the closing ceremony / party of my daughter’s Garin Tzabar. Garin Tzabar – literally translated as “cactus seed” – is a platform created by the Israeli Scouts, Jewish Agency and others, to accommodate young Jews from around the world, particularly children of expats Israelis abroad, who wish to make Aliya and join the IDF.

We are in Kvutzat Yavne, one of few religious kibbutzim in Israel (check out their canned olives and pickles we as well as olive oil in stores in the US). The kibbutz founders originated in Germany, made Aliya in 1929, spent time in training near Petach Tikva, and moved to their current location, just 6 km east of Ashdod in winter 1940-1941. Its 850 members comprise one of the most successful kibbutzim in the country, which has not gone through privatization, as many others have in recent years. Aside from the pickles factory, they have agriculture, poultry and other small factories including a place for making watches. This past summer, they became one of the religious kibbutzim to host Garin Tzabar.

Participants in this group come from the US, Europe and Australia, and volunteer for an intense, what some call “meaningful” IDF service. They engage in sincere, deep, soul searching; they want to contribute and give to a greater good. On that Sunday evening, on top of the jetlag and being with my daughter, my eyes just welled up each time one of them got up to speak. I owe the seed of the following to that evening.

The Hebrew names of the Torah portions comes from a significant word in the first couple of verses, something that catches our attention: hey you, with the yellow shirt! Ok, we’ll call this section “yellow shirt”, but a more serious look reveals that there are deeper insights.

For example, are Deuteronomy’s Ki Tezte and Ki Tavo coincidental neighbors, or is there meaning to the fact that the first is called “when you go out”, and the next “when you come in”, to the deeper connection between leaving and entering?

And how about these weeks now? Truma, last week’s parasha, tells us to give what we “feel like”, while Tetzave, this week’s parasha, starts with the word command! No longer a choice of “bring what you feel like” (Exodus 25:2) but something that must be done. Which way is it, doing what we want, or answering a call? Yes.

But Tetzave is not only connected to the word mitzvah. Or Hachayim (early 1700) points out that the same root for Tetzave and mitzvah is also the one in Tzavta, togetherness. Truma, on the other hand, comes from “ram”, to go up. It takes both: Truma, giving, especially what we feel like, might make us feel “on high” but has a danger of making us disconnected. Connections are not made by being “individuals” who do what they feel like, but rather from answering a call, from fulfilling one’s duty, from doing what is right.

The parasha continues with the clothing of the high priest, and next week, my daughter too, will be clothed in new garments as she joins the IDF, ready to serve. You must be proud, people say; you must be happy; you must be anxious; you must be teary. What can I say? My Jewish answer is, yes.

Shabbat Shalom. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Traveling Light, Going Up

We often refer to Abraham as the “first monotheist”, erroneously, I might add. First, we have no such word in Hebrew – מאמין באל אחד so that should make us already suspicious as to its origin, and second, we might recall Adam, hearing G-d’s voice in the Garden. “Ayeka?” asked G-d and Adam didn’t ask who is it that’s calling, nor went to check who’s on the other line. Similarly, when Noah received instructions to build the ark, he didn’t go to get a second opinion and another bid on labor and materials. He too, knew exactly who’s talking.

So what is so special about Abraham then?

In spite of the beautiful midrashim about him noticing the sun and the moon, and realizing there must be a greater power than both, his “knowledge” that there is one G-d was not the big news. The news was the ability to have an on-going, practical relationship with that Voice that can maintain and connect to that belief on a daily basis, through everything around us.

Chances are, people always believed. In Something. The feeling of “little me” in the forest, or a “big wow” when we stand on the edge of the Grand Canyon, is not “ours”. All we can claim is the establishment – and the maintenance – of a unique way of life, a way of life aiming to connect heaven and earth without letting go of either one.

Back then, as today, people would gravitate to either of two extremes: those that took the text literally: eye for an eye – meant just that, and could result in blinding another (unlike Judaism which always understood it as prescribing just monetary compensation); “do not light a fire on Shabbat” – meant sitting in the darkness (unlike Judaism which taught “do not light ON Shabbat” so light it before and enjoy the day with warmth and delight).

Alternatively, there were those who prescribed “spirituality” and “feelings of the heart”, but Judaism considered “love” which comes without a clear to do list, often meaningless and even dangerous.

Shortly, we are children of a way of life that yes to both paths and no when either comes without the other. This was what Abraham started and in an interesting way, is continued in this week’s parasha.

The construction of the Mishkan comes to answer exactly this: the spiritualists might say that it’s ridiculous to even try to build a “house for G-d”; the “practicals” might become confined to the structure and adore it all else. Once again, we said yes to both, and no to either concept if coming just by itself.

What is the Mishkan? A mobile temple; a synagogue tent that one can fold, load on carts and take along during the journey. It turns out, even G-d understood that we can’t just travel with nothing but a cloud; that we need something to remind us of him, to actively connect, to focus all the different tribes together in a spiritually meaningful way again.

ועשו לי משכן ושכנתי בתוכם

“And they shall make me a sanctuary and I will dwell among them”, tells us the text in Exodus 25:9 in perfectly bad grammar (me / them), but it turns out that our doing for Him, is what bring His presence to dwell among us. The name of parashat Truma, usually translates as “donation” actually comes from ר.ו.מ. same root we use for “romemu” (praise) “neromema” (let us praise) and also “rama” – high place like Ramat HaGolan, so really G-d is not asking us to give Him a “donation”, but to give Him – and us – a “lift”, a reminder to go higher. And at the same time, the text asks us to “take a truma”, “take”, not “give”. After all, what can we give? whatever is ours, is His. We, in essence, take from one pockets, shift it around, and place it back where it needs to go.

The Mishkan is amazing, and each of its pieces has, not just esthetic value but also spiritual ones. Again, in the either –or battle, we are going for both. Some people might say, ‘who cares if Wagner was pro-Nazism if his music is great’; or, ‘what a beautiful picture! Look at the light and the composition’ oblivious to the fact that it’s a picture of pain and suffering. The Mishkan, even though it was very beautiful, was not just about beauty. It was about holiness and our connection with G-d. For example, the curtains were red in the bottom (red is adom, like adama (earth), adam (human), and dam (blood), and the top was heavenly blue. It between the colors were a blended purple, to remind us of where we stand – not being animals but not being G-d either.

Another example is the special instruction for the aron, the ark. We are to make sure the carrying poles are never removed so the ark – and the Torah in it – are always ready to travel whenever we are. This might be a construction tip, but symbolically, it means that to this very day, no matter where we are, the Torah is ready to travel with us.

Every year, we read parashat Truma around Purim, today being Rosh Hodesh Adar. Adar can be broken into two words (sort of): a-dar – dar means live, and alef stands for G-d. This is another reminder for G-d “living with us”, especially in time of Hester, hiding – conveys by Esther’s name, and by this last month in the original Jewish calendar.

There are very few places in the TaNaCh that mention this kind of wealth, magnificent cloth, gold, beautiful vessels. Did the “stuff” from the Mishkan made it to Achashverosh’s party? Where is that goblet?? We might have to keep looking…

Happy Adar & Shabbat Shalom!

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When is Jewish Valentine Day?

Valentine Day is coming up and the world has filled with red roses, fluffy teddy-bears and little cute chocolates, so that once a year we can “celebrate love”. Once a year is definitely better than none, and once a year, has its advantages: Once a year is hard to miss, especially when it’s all over the place, adds, news bits, stores, internet. And it’s pretty doable: a pretty card, a lovely date, a gadget, a piece of jewelry, and you’re all good.

Parashat Mishpatim, read this week, stands in stark contrast to the pink “fluff” around us. From last week’s amazing wow of Sinai and the revelation, which in itself is often compared to a wedding between G-d and the Jewish people with the clouds as a chuppa (wedding canopy) and the Torah as the ktuba, we’re thrown to the depth of detailed laws, mitzvoth, legalities, decrees. The honeymoon was short and now we’re in “real life”. So it goes between us and G-d too: we’re not here for the once in awhile special affects, the lightning and thunder, the booming voice, the walls of water and the glorious mountain. We’re here for the long term and for such a relationship to succeed, we need the details. We need to know what do on the other 355 days of the year, every day.
Our reading begins with what should one do with his Hebrew servant; what if the servant has a wife and children; what should one do when a quarrel beaks out; what if someone gets hurt, what if someone falls into a pit, what to do with different thieves and robbers; and more and more. Life, turns out, is not lived in the wow, but in making the most out of the daily, mundane details, and the Torah doesn’t trust us to just know how to do that.
Ah, we might say, what does it matter? You seriously think it makes a difference how I tie my shoes, which toilet paper I use on Shabbat and whether I say this or that blessing over an apple as opposed to a piece of chocolate?
Funny how the mind works. We wouldn’t doubt that precision is necessary and even critical during a medical procedure, a car repair, spell checking a paper or typing in a website and email address. We would make sure to get on the right bus going in the right direction, and arrive at a set meeting at 2pm as opposed to, let’s say, 2am… but when it comes to our relationships – with G-d or people – we get casual, and shrug: “no body needs to tell me how to behave; I just know”…
The Torah disagrees (strongly disagrees-) and tells us that while few of us might get it right, for most of us, even in matters of the heart (maybe especially in those -) we need to have it all spelled out. Feelings might come and go; that’s to be expected, but action can’t just depend on that, and therefore is often dictated. In this reading, we learn, among many other things, the duties of a husband to his wife: she’era, ksuta, onata – her food, her clothing and her sexual pleasure (Exodus 21:10). Per Rav Hirsch, this is the only place where the Written Law discusses a man’s obligation toward his wife. The context is laws regarding the servant’s daughter who has been married to the master’s son, clearly a very low and powerless status. Yet, even she, must be treated as a husband would treat his wife. And what would that include?
She’era – some say her food, but others reject this, claiming that food is obvious and the Torah would not bother telling us that. They therefore are of the opinion that she’era comes from she’er ru’ach or she’er nefesh and means spiritual food, that is her soul well-being;
Ksuta – her clothing, and in this regard the rabbis instructed us in the Talmud (Ketubot 48a), safeguarding the rights of the women of Israel: עולה עימו ואינה יורדת עימו – she goes up with him but not down, meaning: she gets treated according to her status: if her original status and standard of living was lower than his, he now has to treat her as if she has an equal status. But, if her original status and standard of living was higher, she gets to maintain that.
Onata – her sexual pleasure. The sages taught that this is her right and his duty – and not the other way around. How delicate and important this is in marital relations is illustrated in a beautiful Talmudic story (Berachot 62) about Rav Kahana, who wanted to learn the proper way of conducting marital relations, so he went and hid under the bed of his teacher, Rav (who was known never to have said an unnecessary word in his life), and heard Rav speak happy, endearing words with his wife before performing the act. Surprised to hear such pleasantries, Rav Kahana blurted out from underneath the bed, “The mouth of Rav is like the mouth of a hungry man who has never eaten a cooked meal!” Why did he respond this way? Because Rav, who was renowned for his holiness, seemingly spoke in a lightheaded fashion, to satisfy his lust. But imagine Rav’s shock to find his student under his bed! “Depart from here – it is improper to do as you have done hiding under my bed!”, he said, but Rav Kahana answered calmly: “It is a part of the Torah, and I need to learn.” – תורה היא וללמוד אני צריך. Valentine day, says the Torah, is always today.

Shabbat Shalom.

The Promenade by Marc Chagall, 1918 – one of my favorite paintings, depicting the ideal relationship between a man and a woman

 

 

 

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Now my mom, that’s a whole different story

After caring for my father for four years, she only wanted one thing: when the time comes, to drop dead, without prolonged suffering for herself and those around her. She would run into an acquaintance in the street and they’d get into some chit-chat about what happened in the news, what happened to so and so, and almost out of the blue she’d say, “when the time comes to go, I just want to go – im kvar lalechet, az lalechet”.
It’s been nine years since I was rushed home, the pros and cons of living more than 8000 miles away.
It was Shabbat morning. I usually don’t remember anything but that night she showed up in my dream, demanding to know where is the jewelry she gave me. In my dream she was tall and strict with that ‘where have you been last night’ voice. 8000 miles away or not, that morning, the little girl in me hurried to find the small wooden box, just not to disappoint her, yet, again. I was still holding it in my hand when the phone rang.
We arrived in Israel Monday evening. She was unconscious, plugged into breathing devices, just as she always wished won’t happen. After all, her instructions were clear beyond doubt. Not only the almost strangers in the streets heard them semi-randomly. Just a few weeks earlier, former Israeli prime-minister Arik Sharon suffered a stroke and went into a prolonged comma. My mom, who knew Arik Sharon well from GaDNA (pre-army youth training), repeated her im kvar lalechet, az lalechet in the transatlantic phone calls, over and over again: ‘promise me’, she asked, ‘I don’t want to end like this’.
I knew, and yet, that Monday evening as I sat by her bedside, watching her face change, her hand swell, I asked her if she would forget all this nonsense about just going, and maybe reconsider. Se was gone by midnight. As my sister in law told me then, “she just waited for you to come”.
What do we know about our parents? We’re always some twenty-thirty-forty years behind them, and by the time we catch up, it’s often too late. She was a young – so young – widow at 40 with two children who barely entered grade school, and I thought 40 was old, and why is she crying when she hears a concerto for piano or when she’s doing dishes alone at night, her tears flowing quietly straight into the sink, mixing with soap and muck; and why oh why, is the ice cream she schlepped up the Haifa hill by foot in the sweaty summer, a little soggy. I can’t help but wonder now: did she manage to make life seem so close to normal that we had nothing else to worry about?
Perhaps. Making crazy into normal was not completely new to her. She was 10 when the she and her parents left their lovely home in Germany to come to “safety” in a sandy moshav in the Sharon area in Israel (her brother joined later, while her grandmother was sent to Trezin). There, she, who was most “integrated” and fluent in Hebrew, translated her father’s speeches (having been head of moshav) for him. She went to Ben Shemen, the noted agricultural boarding school, with famous teachers like S. Yizhar and became a medic in the 1948 War of Independence, leading to a long career in healthcare as a lab technician. But if anything, the many hours in the hospital just made her appreciate life.
She dragged us to concerts and plays, operas and book stores. She took us on some crazy trips: walking up Masada’s Snake Trail at 5:00am to see the sunrise, long before it became a “thing”, and down all the way to Sharm-El Sheik by bus. There were weekly winter hikes on the Carmel, coming back with a harvest of wild mushrooms to make soup, and morning summer walks along the beach; and there were dips to chutz la’aretz too, because these kids need to know something about the world and what real culture is like.
I am often reminded of our trip to the US before my army draft: we were in San Francisco for Shabbat and wanted to find a shul. Out hotel was on Geary Street, near Market and it looked like there was a shul also near Geary Street, somewhere. So, we started walking… We ended up having dinner in Japan town, trying to eat soup with chopsticks, gazing with a touristy giggly disbelief at the food. Often when I drive by, I can still see us walking in the tunnel on Geary: it’s dark, and our voices echo, our faces change with the flashing headlights, and there we are still, walking and laughing.
“She got the death of the righteous, mitat tzadikim”, said the Hevre Kadisha lady to me as she finished preparing the body for burial. “This was your mother? What a beautiful woman”, and I thought, lady, you should have seen her green sparkly eyes.

שבת אחרונה
שבת אחרונה בלי לדעת שתהיה אחרונה, לא כמו ללוות לשדה התעופה, לא כמו ללכת לתחנה, עוד קצת, עד לפינה. שבת אחרונה בלי יכולת להפרד, להגיד מה שיושב, לסגור מעגלים. מתמתחים משלאף-שטונדה שגרתי אל חלוק ביתי, מוסיקה קלאסית מהרדיו הישן שבמטבח, לא צריך חדש, בשביל מה, הנה, שומעים מצוין, היא מכוונת למצוא את התחנה בין הצרצורים.
קפה של אחר הצהרים. מים מקומקום שורק אל קנקן חרסינה מעוטר. ארבע פרוסות עוגה, מדודות. שתי צלחות קינוח, לא מהגדולות, תקחי מהקטנות, שם, למטה, במדף השני, אמרתי שלישי, אל תהיי קשה איתי. שני ספלים, קערת קוביות סוכר עם מלקחיים כסופים, עדינים, קנקן לחלב, כן, דל שומן, מה אני יעשה, אני יודעת שיש לזה טעם של גיר אבל את תראי כבר, כל מיני דברים קורים עם הגיל. הכל תואם מאותו הסט, מפיות בד מגולגלות בחישוק כסף רחב, אותיות גוטיות חרוטות בדייקנות, שתי כפיות, שני מזלגות, לא לאכול בידיים, ככה לא עושים אצלנו, הכל על עגלת התה, גלגל נתקע בשטיח הרחב, לוקחת רוורס, מנסה שוב, הפעם מסביב.
הוא בגבו אליה, גופיה לבנה עם כתפיות, מפלסות דרך בין נקודות שמש חומות, שיער שיבה מציץ מבתי שכיו וגיוו שנשאר חסון, מכנסי חאקי קצרים, כפות רגליו בנעלי בית שלושת-רבעי משובצות שלובות על הכסא שגרר אל ממול, עיניו עצומות אל מול הנוף. למזוג לך? היא שואלת, מחנה את עגלת התה הרעועה ביניהם, חלוק הכותנה מכופתר מלפנים בכפתורים גדולים עד מעל לברך חושף תחילת ירך לבנבנה של חורף כשהיא מתכופפת להגיש לו, מוזגת גם לעצמה, מתישבת בפיסוק נינוח. אוי, תראה איך השקיעה? זה משהו, כל כך יפה פה, בשביל מה ליסוע רחוק? כל יום מתנה, באמת אין לנו מה להתלונן. בתנועת ראש סיבובית מגרשת קווצת שיער תועה ממצחה, ממצמצת דמעה, לוקחת עוד לגימה מהקפה. בלי קפאין, בלי חלב, בלי סוכר. מה נשאר.
למתי הזמנת אותם? שש וחצי? היא מביטה בשעון, רולקס ישן על רצועת עור פשוטה, נשאר עוד כל כך מעט זמן והיא עוד לא יודעת שלא יהיה מחר, עכשיו עוד ידיה נחות על ידיות מתכת כסא הנוח, קניה מצוינת, ראשה מוסט לאחור, נשימה עמוקה, רצועות הרפיה משאירות פסים לאורך גבה, עפעפיה כבדים, מי הים התיכון קולטים את הכדור הכתום שגולש אל מעבר לואדי, פריחה של תחילת אביב חדש בין השיחים המאובקים.
אז אתה נכנס להתקלח? היא מתישרת לקימה בדרכה האחרונה. נו, טוף, אולי עוד אספיק לגהץ

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Us & Them: The Torah portion of Yitro

“And Yitro heard … and he came to Moses” (Exodus 18:1). There are only six Torah portions named after people: Sarah and 5 men, half of them are Jewish and half (at least initially -) not. We meet one of them this week: Who is Yitro that an entire section was named after him, right when we are about to be called to Sinai and given the Ten Commandments??
Yitro, described as “priest of Midian, Moses’ father in law” is the father of Zipora, Moses’ wife, and the leader of the pagan’s desert tribe.
There are a number of interesting Kabalistic insights into Yitro’s previous life. One view is that Yitro was Cain, while Job was Abel. Maybe telling us that the two extremes Cain and Abel stand for – are both unacceptable: Cain’s name is related to kinyan from the root k.n.h. – to buy, to acquire. Cain’s world is about matter. Therefore, bringing a sacrifice to Hashem means nothing to him and our tradition tells us he offers some flax seeds. Abel, whose name, hevel, means “a puff of air” and also “nonsense”, believed that this world is meaningless and the true life is with Hashem. Therefore, when asked, he brought the best of the best, for he needed nothing for himself, and likewise, didn’t think anyone needs any material “stuff” to survive. As we know, both these paths failed. Thus, each “came back” to complete his learning: Abel – as Job, who needed to realize suffering and human needs are real; and Cain as Yitro, the great seeker, who needs to learn that spirituality matters, and one cannot survive only on materialism.
Yitro arrives with Zipporah and the two boys, but very little attention is given to the latter. What we hear about is the meeting between Moses and Yitro, which is described in great details – what they were talking about, how they ate, who they sit with, and all this, a minute before The Giving of the Torah! What’s so important davka (especially) now?
Assuming the Torah is not a history book with laws but rather a ‘how to live’ law book with historical background, we can guess, especially when things are told in a peculiar order, that the Torah wants to teach us something specific. So why is this story here?
Perhaps because this episode is the “watershed” in the life of the People of Israel: on one hand, a family, camp, tribes, slaves. And on the other – becoming a cohesive nation with a unique mission.
They left the past, fled from Egypt with all symbolism of “Mitzrayim”, a narrow place, and now may wonder, what’s next? Long ago, their forefather Abraham was told “lech lecha”, go, leave your father, your homeland, leave everything you have ever known and start fresh. Is it the same command now?
But Yitro represents something new: Sinai is not intended to cut the Children of Israel and isolate them from the rest of the world. The Torah is given in the desert, a spacious and boundless place, open to everyone who wants to come and listen. Beyond the words themselves, it tells us that our way of life is not going to demand an ascetic, reclusive life, but a rather one that makes connections – and impacts – on the world around it. No wonder that it is preceded by Yitro, who offers Moses advice on how to manage his affairs more efficiently, and although Moses is in daily contact with God Himself, he listens and learns, “even” from a Midianite priest.
Where is that line between living with the Torah and incorporating the wisdom of “the nations”?

Shabbat Shalom.

a medianite priest and father in law: jethro approviong on moses & tzippora's marriage as seen in what is still the best movie about the exodus

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Shabbat Shira, Shabbat Shalom

When people would approach Abraham Joshua Heschel and ask, how to start “doing more Jewish”, he would say, light Shabbat candles. This was just one the moving anecdotes shared by his daughter, Susana Heschel, a professor of Jewish Studies in her own rights, when she spoke at Berkeley’s Beth Israel this past week. Just that. Don’t worry about the rest. Light Shabbat candles.
Doing anything unusual for Shabbat which differentiate it from the rest of the days, anything at all, from a meal to consciously putting the phone away to stopping by at shul to just lighting candles can have a profound impact on one’s whole week. Shabbat, as I read somewhere (and lost the source :-(), is like a gas station on our crazy drive along the highway: only 6 more miles and we can get some refreshments!
Even before receiving the Ten Commandments, Shabbat is part of our people. In this week’s parashat Beshalach, when we have to make do with desert bread, we’re told that bread will rain (Exodus 16:4) from the heavens, and the people can collect that “stuff” as food, but not on Shabbat. On Shabbat no manna will show up on the ground. Instead, a double portion will come down on Friday.
At first the people didn’t know what it is; then they found is sweet and tasteful. Some say that the manna tasted like anything you wish! If you felt like stew with potatoes and veggies, it would be it; and if you felt like honey-poppy cake, it would be that. And by the way, speaking of poppy cakes, the notorious Purim hamantashen which in Hebrew became Oznei Haman, Haman’s ears, started out in Yiddish as pockets full of moan, or manna.
Of course, at first the people didn’t believe Moses that this “thing” will show up daily and tried to hoard it, but it quickly spoiled. So they got used to the routine: every morning a “layer of dew was gone up, behold upon the face of the wilderness a fine, scale-like thing, fine as the hoar-frost on the ground”. They would collect it, and eat. Then came Shabbat.
Once again, they worried. Moses said, take a double portion, but should we go out tomorrow too? So they went out on Shabbat as well, but didn’t find. A beautiful Chasidic commentary asks: what is the meaning of “they didn’t find?” the word find (matz’u) is used only in the case when one looks for something that was there and is lost. But the manna on Shabbat was not supposed to be there?
The midrash fills in the scene: some of the leaders who later rebelled against Moses were already causing trouble. They took some of the manna collected on the 6th day and scattered it in the field to show that there is on truth in Moses’ words. But, while they ran to alert the neighbors, of that fake “Shabbat-manna”, birds swooped down and ate it. Therefore, the emphasis on “didn’t find”, to let us know that those who wanted to disrupt Shabbat could at most, disrupt Shabbat for themselves but not for all. It has also become a custom among some (and of course, some criticize it-) to share some chamin (tchulent) with the birds on this Shabbat, also known as Shabbat Shira (the Shabbat of Song because of Moses’ Song at the Sea).
The Talmud points to the close proximity between going out to collect manna on Shabbat and the immediate war with Amalek. Amalek stands for doubt (because of the identical gimatria, numerical value of the words safek – doubt and amalek), for mixed priorities.
Bear with me for a moment of kabbala as we bring in the Afikei Yehuda who reminds us that everything in the world is made of matter and form. For example, a wooden table is made of wood (matter), shaped like a table (form). Had it been glass or metal; had it been a chair or house, it would have been something else. It takes both – matter and form. Likewise, our week is made of matter and form. The week days (yemei chol) are the matter; Shabbat is the form. Without Shabbat the whole week has no meaning. Us stopping on Shabbat not because we’re stuck somewhere or asleep or have nothing better to do, but because it is Shabbat and we set aside anywhere from a moment at candle lighting to the traditional 25 hours, means our whole week is now elevated.
And with that – Shabbat Shalom.

Shabbat Shalom

 

 

 

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In Darkness and in Light

It’s told about king Solomon that when he was a young boy, his teacher said to him,’I’ll give you an apple if you tell me where is G-d’, ‘and little king Solomon, who already was the wisest of all people, quickly responded, ‘and I’ll give you two apples if you tell me where G-d is not’…

It reminds me of a friend who mine who said, he must get to shul on time, because if G-d can be there so early, so should we. Me (who can’t get anywhere on time -) said: “G-d is walking with me to shul“… of course it was a cop-out but it does bag the question, where is G-d?

“Come to Pharaoh”, says G-d to Moses in the opening verse of this week’s Torah portion, named indeed, bo, come (Exodus 10:1). “Come to Pharaoh”? Shouldn’t the text say, ‘go to Pharaoh’, asked our sages. And we already know that if they ask, they have some teaching for us in mind, so we’re told that “go” is a distancing word. When some says, go, it generally means from here- elsewhere, while “come” is a word that drawn one nearer.
When G-d says, “come to Pharaoh”, he really says to Moses, ‘come to me here’, as if G-d Himself is already at Pharaoh’s. Maybe He even says: ‘if you come, if you leave your comfort zone and come to the place that looks like the scariest and most dangerous place; when you’ll come to this place where you are not invited and not welcomed, where nobody wants to hear you and nobody loves you, and there, you’ll stand up, facing that seemingly all powerful, frightening being, and dare look up and speak to him, then you’ll discover that even there, says G-d, I will be with you.
The Torah portion of Bo reminds Moses- and us too, that everywhere where we’ll go, there we can find His presence, even in the darkest, most awful, unattractive places, eve there, we won’t be alone. It’s so hard to see in the darkness, but just because we cannot see, it doesn’t mean He is not there.
This Torah portion then includes the last three plagues, locust, darkness and the death of the first born, similarly, all implying or symbolizing darkness. And yet, we do not believe in a duality. G-d is not outside the darkness. He can be in it and of it, just like with the goodness.
And then we get the first two commandments to us as a people: telling our children this very story of the Exodus from Egypt and the new moon, which is an amazing first mitzvah if you think about it, instructing us to keep joint times and set occasions to remember G-d and his presence everywhere.
Shabbat Shalom!

יש סיפור על שלמה המלך כשהיה ילד קטן והמלמד שלו אמר שלו, אתן לך תפוח אם תגיד לי איפה נמצא אלוהים, ואילו שלמה ענה למורה, ואני אתן לך שני תפוחים אם תגיד לי איפה אלוהים לא נמצא
“בא אל פרעה”, אומר אלוהים למשה בפסוק הפותח את פרשת השבוע, הכוללת, בין השאר, את שלוש המכות הנותרות שהוכו בהם המצרים, ארבה, חושך ובכורות, אחריהן יצאו בני ישראל מעבדות לחירות ויקבלו שתי מצוות מהותיות בחיי העם.
שאלה ראשונה: מה פירוש “בא אל פרעה”? האם לא היה צריך הכתוב לומר, ‘לך אל פרעה’? כידוע חז”ל לא שואלים בלי שיש להם תשובה כלשהי. כך, יש אומרים ש”לך” זו מלה מרחיקה – כשמישהו אומר ‘לך’ הכוונה מפה למקום אחר, בניגוד ל”בא” שזו מלה מקרבת. כשאלוהים אומר, ‘בא אל פרעה’ – הוא בעצם אומר למשה, בא אלי, לכאן, כאילו אלוהים בעצמו, אלוהים כבר נמצא אצל פרעה. אולי הוא אפילו אומר: אם תבוא, אם תצא מהמקום שלך ללכת למקום שנראה כמקום סכנה הכי נורא, כשתבוא למקום כזה בו לא הזמינו אותך, לא רוצים לשמוע אותך ולא אוהבים אותך, ואם שם תעמוד מול הדבר המפחיד והכביכול הכל יכול הזה, ותעיז לדבר איתו, גם אז אהיה איתך, גם שם. הפרשה הזו פותחת כשנאמר למשה (ולנו), בכל מקום אליו תבוא, שם תוכל למצוא את נוכחותו, אפילו במקומות שנראים הכי נוראיים, מפחידים, לא מזמינים, גם שם, לא תהיה לבד.

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