Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Hi All,

As the month draws to a close, I'm feeling especially appreciative of this blog's daily presence in my wintery mix of a February. Final stretch! We are almost there! I'm thinking about past posts this month, and really loving the range of contributions you've all made.  Highlights include: Zoe's link to the greatness that is Ariana Grande (did you watch this? You must.), Jonah's arial shot of his family and friends gathered to welcome his nephew, Caro's brillz treatise on life and love in SF, Einat's poetry...the list does on.

I have especially been thinking about Nomi's helpful reminder and gentle nudge that we don't have to hopelessly capitulate to February's gloom; we can--SURPRISE!--choose what kind of month we want to have, we can cast a different spell on the experience, we can construct it how we please. We might do that against the backdrop of the month's history in our lives. But we still construct it all the same.  I have been actively trying to switch my mindset from thinking that this month curses everything it touches to thinking that I can bring things into this month to add more light.  That's certainly how I plan to close it out.

Some things I'm loving and thinking about, including some words of Torah about forgiveness in February at the very end, after the sign-off.

1) Yesterday, my amazing colleague and I stopped our clocks to look at pictures of s'mores online.  In our research, we came across this website, which includes this AMAZING history of toasted marshmallows in the U.S. and a summary of "High Society Marshmallow Roasts." WHAT.


2) I also finally got around to listening to this beautiful On Being episode, with Robert Ross and Patrisse Cullors discussing, among other things, the healing power of activism.  The episode is beautifully entitled "The Resilient World We're Building Now."

3) On an entirely different note, my favorite Key & Peele sketch.

4) Finally, a favorite Hafiz poem that must have been written during the last days of February:

Out
of a great need
we are holding hands
and climbing
not loving is a letting go.
Listen,
the terrain around here
is far too dangerous
for that.

Keep Hanging On, Selah,
Jana

Parshas Ki Sisa

This week's Torah portion--the last in February--is called Ki Sisa (or, to some weirdos, Ki Tisa). It recounts a number of events that occurred after the Israelites received the Ten Commandments in the desert after the Exodus from Egypt. Most significantly, it recounts the story of the Golden Calf. Digest version: Moses is a little late coming down from Mt. Sinai, the Israelites immediately lose hope and demand from Moses's brother, Aaron the High Priest, to make them a golden calf so they can all worship it as their g-d.  Confronted by the angry mob, he obliges, collects gold from the Israelites and throws it into a fire, and, in his telling, "Out jumped this calf."  Not a high water mark for taking responsibility, but whatever. Given that G-d's major theme throughout the Bible up to this point is monotheism, and given that G-d just commanded this as #1 on the list of 10, both Moses and G-d are incredibly pissed, and Moses severely punishes the worshippers (burns the idol, makes the Israelites drink water full of its ash, and then encourages the Levites to smite all the nonbelievers). But Moses meting out punishment is almost a footnote; official business he has to get out of the way before the much harder task to come: lobbying for the people's forgiveness.

What happens next is pretty remarkable, and pretty Februarydik.  Moses is so committed to forgiveness that he proposes an ultimatum to G-d: Forgive these people, or else take me out of this Book.  Essentially, he tells G-d that he doesn't want to be part of any story that doesn't include the greatest forgiveness, even for this. Moses is hardly a sap--he just encouraged a massacre against the idolators. But much more time is spent recounting his deliberate negotiations. At first, G-d won't yield. He tells Moses, "No, those people who desecrate my name--those are the people that are out of the Book."  Moses isn't satisfied with this.  He won't accept a history that whitewashes this grave sin, but he also won't accept a history that doesn't forgive it. He believes that history must hold multiple, complex, painful truths all at once.

What's my proof of this? The words he uses: he recounts the terrible sin to G-d, then says, "And now, if you would forgive them--and if not, I beseech you, blot me out of that Book which You have written." (Ex. 32:32).  He doesn't say "They were bad....BUT..."  He says "and." His word choice and his ultimatum make it clear: "These things are all true. They have betrayed you. And also, forgiveness. All of these things must be true, and if not, then I can't be part of this anymore."  G-d agrees, and then Moses makes a bolder claim: You've asked me to lead this people, and I don't even know your Name. It's a twofold point. First, Moses is remarking that he feels distance from G-d compared to the monumental task that G-d has asked of him. Second, Moses is feeling distance in the face of this terrible event: "You were going to destroy this whole people, you didn't think to forgive them, I had to convince you to forgive them. I don't feel like I know you the way I did back when we first met and you asked me to do this. We're different now, and I need to know who you are going to be for me and for this people, from here on out." It gets me every time; this incredible loneliness Moses must feel in the relationship he is renowned for mastering. He's standing in the face of this miraculous pillar of cloud, begging for these people, and then he says, "What are we even doing here? Who are you, anyway?"  G-d tells Moses that G-d will reveal G-d's identity: Moses tucks himself into a cleft of a rock, G-d's "Presence" passes before him, and G-d reveals that G-d is (roughly translated): "G-d, G-d, G-d Compassionate and Gracious, slow to anger, abundant in lovingkindness and Truth, bestowing kindness toward thousands, forgiving all sins, and purifying."  When the relationship between G-d and the Jewish people, and between G-d and Moses, reaches its absolute rock bottom, Moses calls upon G-d to reveal G-d's most authentic identity in that moment. And that identity is compassion. It is forgiveness. It renews itself generation after generation.

I'd like to think, however heretical this might seem, that this revelation was actually very difficult for G-d. I don't think G-d's first choice was to be Compassionate and Gracious and Slow to Anger or particularly abundant in Lovingkindness. I think G-d was majestically pissed, had every right to be, and just wanted to end it all right then and there.  I really get the G-d of that moment, the G-d who can't countenance forgiveness, doesn't even contemplate it, really. And I think Moses saw that, really saw it, and said, "Yes to all of that, AND forgiveness. I can only be the leader of a forgiven people. So, what does that make you? And now that we're here, can you tell me something about that?"  Jews recount this authentic compassion, this expression of Divine identity, most often during Rosh HaShanna and Yom Kippur, when we are most in need of forgiveness.

But I'd like to invite everyone to bring these words into their February selves and their February circumstances. It's the final days of this month, the bitter end of what it might have challenged us with, the very last dregs of the worst.  For me, in certain areas of my life, I feel the rock-bottomness of it all, the sense of absolute ending, that inability to believe in anything more or different or better. Who, or what, is bearing witness to that very low and brutal feeling? And who, or what, in that same witnessing, is inviting me to my compassionate self? Who, or what, is asking me who I truly am, and who I truly want to be, even with all that seems to argue otherwise? Who, or what, is validating my deep confusion or anger or senses of loss, and imagining that from that very place, I can forgive, because that is also who I am? And not just forgive once, or now, but repeatedly, February after February, generation after generation? And since I'm not just a victim of February but also a perpetrator of it, who, or what, is helping those I love find their authentic identity so that I might benefit from compassion, grace, abundant lovingkindness, and authentic forgiveness?  These answers take time, of course, longer than our shortest month of the year, for example.  And sometimes we know we need the answer but we don't know where it will come from.  So in the meantime, as we finish this month, perhaps we can each ask ourselves: when I am in that bleakness and truly don't know what will be revealed, in which cleft of which rock can I tuck myself that I might best see the glory of that truth pass before me?

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Hey all,

I have really enjoyed having this blog this year - I have felt more connected to it (and the people posting on it) this February more than ever in the past six years.

And what a February it has been...

I arrived in the States in the last days of January - just in time to celebrate my adorable Grandmother's 106th birthday which included multiple cakes, nurses (coming to celebrate their oldest patient!), a professional photographer, a broadway musical sing-along, and lots of wet Grandma kisses - if thirsting for nachas, check out these photos.

A few weeks later I spent a wild week on a farm in San Diego with Harry, Zoe, Yoav, and many others - participating in this year's Avi Schaefer Young Leadership Summit. It was both completely strange to spend these February days with so many foreign faces in an "Avi context" - but there was also something really nice about building new relationships, learning, and Californiazing in and around an "Avi context."

Soon thereafter I was back in Israel for the annual Avi Hike at Kibbutz Ein Harod which for the first time was a whole weekend affair this year...something I felt super strongly on the hike both this year and last - was how strange it was to be the only representative of the "Brown Crew." To spend Avi's yahrzeit without any of ya'll around was weird and slightly lonesome...but even more striking was seeing that there are entire parallel and separate communities of friends marking this day in totally different ways...

And now just coming back from a delicious dinner at the Ethiopian restaurant that opened downstairs from my apartment - together with Einat, to close her Mother's gregorian yahrzeit...

Lastly - as I started this post with a celebration of life...I will announce that February earned a whole new meaning for me this year with the birth of the first of the next generation of Fisher's - my first nephew - on the gateway to February, the evening of January 31st.
Welcome to the world Yehuda Naftali:










Sending February love to all,

Jonah

Monday, February 22, 2016

Happy belated February 19th

Well, I've done it again. I accidentally missed my day for the second time. Forgive me, my February friends. Anyway....

Here are two things that make me feel good:

This gif: http://i.imgur.com/R8se5g1.gifv

And this poem:

You're It 
Hafiz

God
Disguised
As a myriad of things and
Playing a game
Of tag

Has kissed you and said,
“You’re it–

“I mean, you’re Really IT!”

Now
It does not matter
What you believe or feel

For something wonderful,

Major-league Wonderful
Is someday going
To

Happen.

Hugs,
Tali

2/22 Roundup

It is raining again in Israel. WHY do I always have to post on rainy days!??!?!!

Anyway, for all you Monday-Bluesers out there, here is a round-up of my favorite clips going around right now:

"ima fix wolves"

"I want this year to be a bang"

I love the Obamas, SO MUCH.

Don't doubt Ariana

And finally... if you haven't yet been introduced to the show HaYehudim Ba'im, (and if you speak Hebrew)... watch THIS! Insane satire on Torah, Israel, Jewish History, Jews in general...
Here is episode 1 of season 2:

Yehudim Ba'im

Happy almost end of February everyone.


Sunday, February 21, 2016

Hi all,

An elder with a good sense of humor offered a teaching to me, but sincerely and in jest, last year that went something like this: 
there are four ways people respond to a request/invitation in this world:
they say yes, and mean yes.
they say no, and mean no.
they say no, and mean yes.
they say yes, and mean no.

Hearing her share that, I realized that my "no - yes" is very strong. In the past I've said that to many things I love, but perhaps an adolescent that still lives within me needs to react to---- from warm fuzzy music, to warm fuzzy blog posts, to invitations to gatherings, and beyond. I've also since felt my "no - yes" lift and begin to dawn into clearer yess-es and no's- each in their proper moments.

In that vain, some clear yes's in my life this February that were once no-yes's, at best:

A valentine (see the I <3 U ! ) - dolphin sculpted by an anonymous artist (simple words added by yours truly), on the beach in Florida last week:



A reminder from my mother to be exactly who you are, shamelessly. She bought this hat last weekend while I was with her and wore it proudly around town (note the feather, the bow, and the clashing fabrics, and that it is ~2feet in diameter)


Loving my own imperfection. [And a reminder from Mary Oliver to revel therein:


]

Imperfectly yours,
Aya


Saturday, February 20, 2016

february 20, 2016 addendum

i nearly forgot to post about another beautiful moment, just minutes before shabbat came in.
outside of my window
i saw these two
lovebirds
l o v i n g each other in the february light!



<3
einat

february 20, 2016


i feel connected and disconnected, in it and so not in it. but it’s also just happening.
the body is so delicate and beautifully complex. we are so much more the same than we are different. it's amazing how often people are healthy and thriving. so much has to go right for that to happen – that’s what i am learning.
it's the middle of the night and i hear this man coughing, not even just coughing, retching. who is here? he's my across-the-street neighbor, and i wonder who he has, who is looking out for him and his cough.

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on my very stoop - these two things:


 


the hearts, i had seen before 
but then in the 15th, i saw the writing. "Whoever was born, earned it/gained from it." 
what i understood was "who ever was born is freaking blessed." and then... the thought comes to me, “well what does that mean anyways?”

i realized recently while searching a document that einat is in the word "caffeinated."

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This February:
There has been dance that brought me to tears
engagements
moves out and moves in
reconnecting with the most February-est of loves. 
holding the complexity that is this place
knitting journaling podcasts
meditation
cultivating self-love
mostly studying and learning and wow

on the 14th - letting it all in
the flowers my mom received on valentine's day, nine days before she took her last breath, how they dried and became a preserved thing, something she had touched and smelled

i miss the proximity. 

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i wrote this poem in spring 2009 in Rick Benjamin’s class, before my mom died:



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wednesday night was the beginning of the yahrtzeit, Adar 9, this year Adar I 9. six years, which is more than five. i welcomed the day in with the sunset (i love that that is a sentence that makes sense with lunar calendars). i wrote in my journal – filling the very last page of the journal i started in August 2014, when i first arrived in Tel Aviv for this adventure

this sunset happened so quickly. is it always so fast? i could have missed the moment when the sun disappears just below the horizon, but, it's okay - we still see it shining














with deep love and gratitude for this space, which holds me and heals me...
blessings, always, 
einat

p.s. a poem below...

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a poem, i read in bed recently in a quiet, lonely moment... if you would like to hear it read aloud, you can do that here.

Morning by Frank O’Hara


I've got to tell you
how I love you always
I think of it on grey
mornings with death

in my mouth the tea
is never hot enough
then and the cigarette
dry the maroon robe

chills me I need you
and look out the window
at the noiseless snow

At night on the dock
the buses glow like
clouds and I am lonely
thinking of flutes

I miss you always
when I go to the beach
the sand is wet with
tears that seem mine

although I never weep
and hold you in my
heart with a very real
humor you'd be proud of

the parking lot is
crowded and I stand
rattling my keys the car
is empty as a bicycle

what are you doing now
where did you eat your
lunch and were there
lots of anchovies it

is difficult to think
of you without me in
the sentence you depress
me when you are alone

Last night the stars
were numerous and today
snow is their calling
card I'll not be cordial

there is nothing that
distracts me music is
only a crossword puzzle
do you know how it is

when you are the only
passenger if there is a
place further from me
I beg you do not go