A Peek into the Black and White World

From my blog:

I have Haredi cousins.

I did not know this until last Friday night, enjoying couch-conversation with one of said cousins before Shabbat dinner.

So many different types of Jews...

So many different types of Jews…

“So what do people in this neighborhood call themselves?” I asked, wondering (after seeing all the black hats and streimels) which sect of Ultra-Orthodoxy I had resigned myself to for Shabbat.

“Mostly Haredi,” she replied. “Some Hassidish and Chabad, but most people are Haredi.” She paused, then added, “I’m Haredi.”

What is “Haredi”? According to the Oxford University Press, Haredi is defined as: “a member of any of various Orthodox Jewish sects characterized by strict adherence to the traditional form of Jewish law and rejection of modern secular culture.” Therefore, I was very surprised to find out that my cousin works for Continue reading

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[Student Profile] Emly Oren

Emly Oren left Israel with her family at the age of four, but in many ways Israel never left her family. At school in Orange County, Emly was the only Israeli student; but her family continued to speak Hebrew at home, and they only watched Israeli television programs. The Orens would travel to Israel every summer to visit all of their relatives, and they would sometimes stop by other locations en route to their main destination.

As a child, Emly drew no distinction between being Jewish and being Israeli. Her traditional, secular family would remain at home together on Friday evenings for Kiddush and Shabbat dinner; and every year they would attend services at Chabad for the High Holy Days, but Emly felt no connection to that environment because it didn’t reflect the rhythm or culture of her family life. When Emly somehow decided to have a bat mitzvah, she chose to hold services at a local public library… and of course, her bat mitzvah party theme was ‘Israel’.

This was a pivotal point in Emly’s childhood, as she soon joined USY, and was exposed to other young Jews for the first time. She came to realize that Continue reading

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(Me)inyan Surprise

Over the course of the past several years, I’ve come to learn that it’s not entirely clear whether praying in a minyan is halakhically required or not. Granted, most sources agree that praying in a minyan is at least encouraged & laudable… but ultimately, my halakhic obligation is to pray the correct services (morning, afternoon, evening) at the correct times.

Outside of Pardes, I very often pray alone – even on Shabbat. I’m not saying this is ideal, and while Nachmanides wrote in ‘Wars of the Lord’ that the obligation to hold a public Torah reading is a communal obligation rather than a personal one (so no single Jew is obligated to hear the reading of the Torah), I still feel like I’m missing out by not being part of a Shabbat minyan. Continue reading

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A Shabbat to remember

Last night, I had 30 women studying at Pardes over to my house for Shabbat. I was really worried about inviting so many people, but I just couldn’t only invite some, as I really love every woman at Pardes and really wanted to have a beautiful experience in my home.

Seeing that it was going to be such a safe space, I told myself that I was going to lead Kiddush, which I did for the very first time! I had my best friend, Hannah, stand next to me for support, and help, and it was amazing. The “L’chaim” of only women’s voices was beautiful. And singing zimrot, (songs) was also so much fun and women who may have been shy in another setting, were just stunning. Everyone was glowing and I was so happy that everything worked out!

Today at lunch, I went to Suzanne and Max Singer’s home. They were hosting a Shabbat Connections meal and I was lucky enough to be invited. There were two students from HUC Rabbinical School, a young woman who is 23 but already a lawyer in Israel, her boyfriend who builds websites (he is making Alex’s website) and another man who teaches literature to Palestinians in East Jerusalem. (He is the only Jewish person on the school’s faculty.) Besides the fact that Suzanne and Max are so interesting themselves, it was an amazing group. Lunch went so long in conversation and it felt like we had just arrived.  Everyone had such beautiful stories and wonderful future goals.

This video was made about Alex’s life and about the book that was complied with his letters and drawings.

I’m in the middle of the book now and I understand that Alex died, but I am falling in love with him, his ideas, beliefs, actions, hopes, and struggles. At the same time I am going through a mourning process because I know that he is no longer here, but to me, I just met him, and l’m losing him at the same time. Every time I pick up the book, it comes with tears.

Being in Suzanne and Max’s home today, being surrounded with Alex’s drawings and pictures, and also their love and openness, was beautiful, but difficult. I was near tears a few times in their home, trying to think of other things, but my thoughts quickly coming back to Alex.

I know that Alex and his family have affected my life. I always find it interesting when things are introduced into someone’s life. Why did I find Alex’s book now and not last year? How did I end up at Pardes when I was 26? Why do certain people come in and out of our lives when they do…etc.

Obviously there aren’t answers. But I am grateful nonetheless.

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My Spiritual High at Zorba

Do you ever feel like there is a cage around you? Like you can carry it around but sometimes it gets heavy and tires you down. Perhaps it restrains you from moving in a comfortable way or running to what you really desire. I hadn’t really thought of myself in a cage at all before going to Zorba, a Festival in an Ashram in the Negev. I was unaware of this weight and constraint. Unaware of the energy I was wasting on thoughts and worries and food that are toxic to my being.

The music was pounding and my heart beat was in sync as my arms flowed freely and I felt my feet discover new bumps on the desert ground. I was blindfolded from seeing the outside world and forced only to look inside. To feel the music pulsing through my body, to feel the tension of being nervous and shy, to feel my muscles tense when I felt maybe I would bump someone. I looked deep inside myself as if my thoughts were separate from my rhythmic body movements. That is when I felt it, I swear I could even see it. My cage was opened and my body and mind were free and relaxed. Tension turned into excitement. Stiff calculated movements flowed as if I had been moving this way since birth. We did this dance practice for an hour. During that hour of dancing in the dark I dug deep and felt completely open to my emotions, good and bad as they rushed around. After the music stopped and we laid on our backs looking towards the sky I felt freer than I have ever felt. I felt connected and light. This was the true start of my spiritual high at Zorba.

Let me rewind a bit. Zorba is a festival that is held twice a year. The Ashram Bmidbar (In the Negev) also has other weekend workshops. Naomi Zaslow and I had heard from students last year how amazing the festival was so we excitedly signed up to go over Sukkot. The ride down rt 90 along the Dead Sea was breath taking. We arrived at the Festival set up our tents and went to explore.

Laura (L) and Naomi (R) at Zorba.

The grounds consist of a multitude of tents which they call “Olamim,” worlds. There is a Yoga world, a rebirthing world, a Buddah stage, a healthy eating world, a mystical world and many more. All throughout the day and night you are free to decide which lessons to attend. I was lucky enough to attend two amazing sessions at the healthy eating tent where I took lessons on the benefits of adding more raw food to your diet as well as having a love relationship with your hunger and food. I also took a few free dancing and meditation sessions as I described in the beginning. These were probably the most impactful because the was no real language barrier with dancing and I was able to just let go and feel uninhibited in front of strangers. It was in the dance sessions and the chakra breathing that I discovered what it means to be spiritually high. Our body and mind does not need any substance to feel incredibly good and free. After some of these sessions I felt such intense changes of being recharged spiritually and energetically. I think it is sad that our society runs so fast to using substances to achieve this feeling when there are natural and healthy ways to achieve it.

Lately I have been struggling with the intense sadness of loss because of the passing of my Uncle. It has been physically painful for me to recite the mourners Kaddish with meaning. Sometimes I feel like it comes out robotically and on these days I am grateful because I didn’t have to feel. During a music meditation I had a breakthrough with the mourners Kaddish and tefillah in general. I was standing eyes closed breathing to the music when I had the urged to recite Mincha. Under my breath I went through the service as best as my memory served me. Pausing from traditional text in my head and switching to personal prayer with ease. I was so grateful of the baby steps I have been taking to make prayer meaningful so I would be able to experience such a reward. I came to the time where I would be saying Kaddish in a minyan. A release shot throughout my body as tears rolled down my face and I recited word by word with each breath the mourners Kaddish. Though I was only whispering and no one was answering me I felt as though I was in the presence of a minyan that was also connected to themselves and G-d. I felt the pain more intensely and real than I had expected. When I finished I was out of breath and my body felt like it had run a marathon. I laid on the ground and felt my heart beat against the ground, as it soothed me into a meditative state.

On Shabbat I felt so connected to myself and to Israel. Naomi and I sat in front of our tent dressed in white flowy dresses and lit Shabbat candles that we placed in the center of a rock heart pattern. As people passed, some completely unaware that Shabbat was upon us, we wished them a Shabbat Shalom. There warm smiles and returned wishes were beautiful. The majority of people at the festival were very secular Israelis, but we were all still Jews with a spiritual connection to something. Some people gathered together to make Kiddush and we swayed to drum beats of Shabbat zmirrot. That night I layed out in the desert and stared at the expansive sky. I felt like I was lying amongst my ancestors who wandered the Negev during Biblical times. It was almost like that part in the Lion King when Musafa tells Simba that they can see their ancestors in the stars if they just look hard enough. I felt that laying there open to feeling the energy of the ground I was able to connect with generations of Israelites.

I have so much more I would like to share about this amazing experience. If anyone is interesting in going I would love to talk to you. I see though that recharges like this festival are needed in our busy lives. This was an extreme example, camping for three days at an ashram. In smaller doses though I think even going alone to the park and sitting with yourself and your thoughts can give you the recharge we need in our lives. I hope to take the idea of balance, openness and energy from my experience at Zorba.

I hope everyone had a very Happy Sukkot vacation and I look forward to dancing forward in life with you all.

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Week 25: Topsy-Turvy

(X-posted from my home blog, Yinzer in Yerushalayim)

There is a Jewish saying that when the month of Adar enters, joy increases, and another that when Adar comes, the world stands on its head. Officially, Rosh Chodesh Adar was Thursday, but the preceding week gave it a running start.

 

The first day of Women and Mitzvot class, our teacher, Rahel Berkovits, told us how when her daughter was born, she thought she would never see her read from the Torah on her Bat-Mitzvah in a traditional minyan in her lifetime. Her granddaughter or great-granddaughter, perhaps, but her daughter, impossible.

Last Saturday, for her Bat-Mitzvah, Rahel’s daughter beautifully and flawlessly layned all of Parashat Mishpatim and the haftarah before at least 100 people at Shira Hadasha, the revolutionary Orthodox shul her mother is a founding member of. Bizarre as it feels in a shul with a mechitza, seeing women layn and get aliyot isn’t all that odd to me since I grew up with it. I don’t think I could have fully appreciated the significance of this moment had I not seen my teacher’s face as she spoke before her daughter gave a d’var Torah. Every parent kvells when their child becomes a B’nai Mitzvah, but there was something special here, the bewildered look of pride and triumph only known to those who know what it’s like to have been laughed at then live to see their dream accomplished. This look was reflected in the faces of many others in attendance who similarly knew and inspired it in those of us who did not.

This amazing simcha was followed by a kiddush worthy of the occasion that featured hot Yerushalmi kugel, peanut butter-chocolate-coconut squares I doubt that I’ll ever be able to fully get over, and a guy who looked just like Larry David only taller.

 

Monday in Self, Soul, and Text a surprise guest-speaker came in to talk about transforming anger. She began the presentation by asking who had ever experienced anger. Every student save one raised their hand. She then started going one-by-one around the room having people name a life circumstance that can cause feelings of anger. After four or five responses, she took a sudden break from this to lead us in some Hebrew chants. After this, she started talking about something else until she noticed people getting antsy and let us take a 10-minute break. Once the break had ended and she resumed talking about our anger, a student—the one who did not raise her hand when the presenter asked who had ever experienced anger—raised her hand and told the presenter how her lecturing, unorganized style, made her angry. Others agreed, and told her how anger has actually been a positive factor in their lives, motivating them to fight wrong. Our presenter calmly responded by saying anger is caused by not understanding others’ value-judgments. Someone else answered that she does not care about the value-judgments of those who traffic women and children. Our presenter responded that it might be difficult but we need to. This angered more people. By the time class was over and we wheedled out of our presenter how she believes in neither punishment nor right and wrong, the class was divided between those who were mad at her for her radical views and unsatisfying answers, and those who were mad at the class for not just letting her speak. Except for me. I left that class feeling neither anger nor frustration, but rather grave disappointment—how was it possible that I was seemingly the only one who just wanted to relish in the wonderful irony of the whole situation?

 

Tuesday night two friends and I made dinner together then watched a performance of Vivaldi’s The Four Seasons at The Jerusalem Theater. No flipped expectations here, it was pure joy.

 

By the time Thursday came, I had never been more prepared for a new month. Our community Shira Hadasha-style morning service was riotous with singing and dancing, and the breakfast afterward featured a staff presentation that, while hysterical if you were there, you can’t really write about and do it justice. Afterwards the morning classes swapped teachers, so we learned slightly differently than how we are used to. It was out of control.

 

Adar makes its entrance easy to rejoice in when it brings us presents like warmer weather. Last weekend was the worst of the year, with rain, hail, heavy wind, and a laughably pathetic amount of snow (last Friday night when conditions were at their worst, my friend from Miami, wearing more insulation than Ernest Shackleton, was shocked when I told him this was still the mildest winter of my life). This week was completely different—while mornings and nights were still chilly, most of the day saw clear blue skies, the kind of sun that makes it feel like your eyeballs will explode if you look up, and warm weather. This can only mean one thing: Passover will be here before you can blink.

 

Quote of the Week: “It’s like in The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Perplexed.” – Rav Elisha

 

Hebrew Word of the Week: הפוך (“hafookh”) – flipped

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Timed

Some contemporary halakhic debates about prayer are often couched in language of obligation and time-caused mitzvot. Usually we see such language when discussing the role of women inside the halakhic framework. Wrapped into the discussion of time are “halakhic hours” by which we measure the day, which becomes especially critical when discussion t’fillah. Another language of time exists however, that of sacred time. As we get set to embark on the holiday of Pesach, we will encounter “zmanim” as an important theme of our t’fillah.

In kiddush for the festivals we are sanctifying time. In reciting kiddush we are setting apart time from time. While this is also the case on Shabbat, the words zmanim or moed are not found in the Shabbat kiddush. Furthermore, we identify the festivals as a specific time.
Pesach- Zman cheruteinu (time of our freedom)
Shavuot- Zman matan Torateinu (time of the giving of our Torah)
Succot- Zman simchateinu (time of our happiness)
In other areas of t’fillah we include appropriate seasonal additions, further marking the change of seasons in our prayer, and also in our lives.

Davening when seen through the eyes of zmanim, can help us serve the purpose of marking stages in our year and our lives. It should not be just a halakhic language that gets bandied about. So as you make kiddush and say t’fillot on the upcoming holiday, take a moment to think about what it means to mark time in our davening.

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On Imperfection

I just want to say one thing: I love our tradition.

The following is commentary, so buckle in.

I love our tradition because of the way it normalizes and honors imperfection – the real, as opposed to idealized, experience of our lives. We will start with examples in Halakhah and then move on to our role models, the sages and prophets of Tanakh.

Why do we hang the mezuzah on a 45 degree angle? Is that the ‘right’ way? One opinion in the Talmud says it should be completely horizontal. The other says completely vertical. Halakhah says half-way, and honors both. Why do we cover our eyes when we say the blessing over candles Friday night? Traditionally, we say blessings before doing mitzvot. Here, however, if we said it before, then Shabbos will have already begun and we can no longer make fire. So, we honor both needs – light candles, then cover our eyes making an ‘as if’ they have not yet been lit, then bless, then open our eyes and appreciate the light. What kind of drink do we need for Shabbos Kiddush? Some opinions say it must be wine, others say a variety of alcoholic beverages will do. We honor both by making wine necessary for Friday night but being flexible for Shabbos afternoon.

“Both these and those are the words of the Living G-d.” We honor them out of the humility that we may not know. We honor them in respect of the process. We honor them for the sake of Shalom Bayit – Peace in the Home (and here I mean the bigger home of the Jewish people), and giving honor to all those who are contributing as a service of G-d. Depending on where you stand halakhically, these examples may or may not be interesting. Until I came to Pardes this year, I probably would have yawned. I still yawn. However, I also experience an increasing appreciation for the process and some of its values. Our way of walking, what traditional Judaism calls Halakhah, is to combine tradition (Torah and all its commentaries) with the best our fallible minds can do, together, in community. The purpose is to create Holy community and rituals to facilitate connection to each other and to G-d.

However, even more foundational to this lesson than Halakhah is the imperfection of our role models. I will list several examples in a quasi-order of fallibility. Let’s take Moses, Rabbi Yehuda, David, and Abraham. Moses, our most revered and holy leader, had the chutzpah to argue with G-d, and was heavy of mouth. How can you be a leader when you’re nervous about public speaking? Yehuda had sex with a prostitute, who he later found out was his daughter-in-law. David, warrior and inspirational poet, the very same person who slept with Bathsheva while already having a 1000 women harem, practically had her husband murdered. Abraham drives away one son and almost kills the other, possibly leading to Sarah’s death, coincidentally the very next event described after the Akeida!

Depending on how much midrash one has studied, you are likely to know of ways we can read all of these stories and have our heroes come out to have Divine inspiration, knowing the future, and somehow infallible throughout the whole experience. I, however, prefer to read them as tremendous leaders who were also deeply fallible. The reason is that I, too, am fallible. I would also LIKE to be great. However, I know for sure that I am fallible.  The innovation here is not permission to be fallible; it is that we can also be great while doing so!

Moses, for example, argues, but as we all know took the job and led us out of Egypt. Rabbi Yehuda owned up to his mistake in front of the entire Sanhedrin (Jewish Senate) and gave his daughter-in-law her due. David acknowledged his ‘sin’ when confronted by a prophet. He then went further, stating, “Hatati l’negdi tamid” (My sin is always before me). Contrast this with the quote and meditation from Psalms “Shviti Hashem l’negdi tamid” (I place G-d in front of me, always). David’s sin, his heit, he put in front of him always. He became increasingly aware that both ‘sin’ and G-d could not be in one place and did what he could to t’shuvah, to turn back. We still read and study David in the Psalms today. Life cannot be brought back, actions cannot be undone, but we can own up to them, and use them to inspire/push ourselves forward.

This is a reality of life that both frightens and inspires me. I feel fear because I see the examples of our sages. I do not think I can live up to their holyness (and, yes, I can spell it with a ‘y’). However, neither do I want to fall in the same ways they have fallen. I am inspired because I think our tradition has tried to learn from these examples, even while we continue to make similar mistakes. In acknowledging both ‘these and those’ as words of the Living G-d in Halakhah, I think we lay vulnerable and take responsibility for the fact that we do not ‘truly’ know. For me, this is an acceptance that neither the hard work of our intellect nor intuition/prayer necessarily gives answers which are foolproof, definitely correct, or necessarily true. However, we do not allow this lack of clarity or lack of knowledge to prevent us from taking responsibility for making decisions and accepting their consequences.

We have made the most fundamental decisions a communal process – with other human beings, and with G-d. We argue ad nauseam. And, we partner with the Divine by making a genuine attempt to respect and connect with the word of G-d (whether you define that as Tradition or Intuition) and combine it with our fallible intellect. We make t’shuvah – ask forgiveness, make repair when possible, admit when not, and turn, even spin if necessary, until we reach a deeper truth. We do our best to honor all opinions when they appear to be genuine attempts to reach and hear the Divine. We continue to have much further to go. And, for this, I feel privileged and proud.

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