[Alumni Guest Post] Ayeka: The Cherry on my Spiritual Journey’s Cake

By Mira B. Shore (Summer ’09, ’10; Year ’12)

As a self-identified progressive, liberal, secular Jew growing up at Jewish Day School, I spent a lot of my time and energy speaking about why prayer and G-d were NOT a part of my life. I actively ran from prayer. Once I had my bat-mitzvah, there was nothing my parents could do to get me to synagogue. I prided myself on my rebelliousness and frequently claimed my atheism as a controversial badge of honor.

For university, I continued on my secular path by attending Sarah Lawrence College, named the #1 least religious college in America by The Princeton Review in 2011. While Sarah Lawrence was the perfect school for me in all other ways (academically, socially, professor/student ratio, philosophy, classroom dynamics, etc.) it was very taxing on my Judaism. After my sophomore year, I decided to go back to Israel and study at Pardes to try to find something I felt I’d lost.

Deciding to come to Pardes in the summer of 2009 was a difficult decision for me as a proud, secular Progressive, and I was concerned about how it might feel alienating. I was right. Continue reading

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Prayer for Comfort

Thanks to Joseph Shamash for leading an inspiring Creative Shacharit this morning!

We spent time practicing the Desire meditation from James Jacobson-Maisels’ Self, Soul and Text class, then were given paper and pens and markers to express what came up for us in the form of a drawing or a prayer, etc.

Here is what came for me:

Rachamim

Here is what came for me:

Holy Rachamim, who holds all of creation

I long for comfort.

Your deep, warm womb

The feather-caress of Your great, white wing against my cheek

Your whispered promises in my ear

in my heart

Shechina, Tzimtzumai who birthed all my ancestors and me

I yearn to come home to You

held in You in each moment

supported

tethered from my centre to Yours

fed on love and life and holiness

able to see the world

through the veil of Your body

that my own sharp edges

be softened

my bones be cushioned

my tender heart be coddled

so it can rest

assured of new days, and moments of wonder and blessing to come.

Mama, bless my tears with Your warm hand

help me to feel cleansed, refreshed, renewed

and ready

to face the world on my own feet

grounded in Your earth

on this and every dawning day.

Amen.

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You can find more of my writing on my website: http://www.anniegilbert.com/writing.html

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Kavuah T’filah

Fixed prayer is a salient element of halakha (Jewish law). Jews committed to halakha pray 3x every day (morning, afternoon, evening), and for many it is challenging to find meaning in the mandated, daily recitation of standardized liturgy.

A couple of years ago, I took a class that explored various spiritual practices in Hasidic and other Jewish traditions, and I came across the following quote:

The first Ashkenazi chief rabbi of the British Mandatory Palestine.

R. Kook

“The perpetual prayer of the soul continually strives to… become revealed and actualized… Prayer is only as it should be when it arises from the awareness that the soul is always praying. At the moment of actual prayer the perpetual prayer of the soul is revealed in action. She then resembles a rose which opens her gentle petals toward the dew or the rays of the sun that shine upon her.”

Rabbi A. I. Kook, 1865-1935, Jerusalem
Introduction to Olat Ra’aya

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[Alumni Guest Post] Vistors to Our Hearts by James Jacobson-Maisels

This dvar Torah was written by James Jacobson-Maisels (Pardes Kollel ’01-’03). Today, we know and love James as one of our amazing Pardes faculty, teaching classes such as ‘Self, Soul & Text’, and running our Pardes Spirituality Retreats!

One of the great mitzvot, modeled in our recent parshiot by Avraham Avinu, is hakhnasat orchim, the welcoming of guests. There is a story told of Reb Eliezer, the father of the Baal Shem Tov, the founder of Hasidism:

It is said that he used to post a guard at the entrance to his town to welcome any strangers who passed through. One time he was tested by being sent a peculiar and uncouth guest. This guest not only acted in a most impolite manner such as putting his shoes on the table, eating with his hands, and being generally rude and coarse, but had the audacity to arrive to town and to this very religious man’s house after Shabbat had come in and to leave before Shabbat was over (despite the religious prohibition of travelling on Shabbat). Continue reading

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Eating Meditation

This was post for my Self, Soul and Text class about a practice of eating with awareness and intention (kavannah)


Eating slowly

with intention

to feel every

juicy tingle

& salty crumb

to scrape it across

my tongue

& lick drops & specks

from my lips

suck

bite down

exploding tart

pomegranate seeds

red, sweet-sour

dreaded crunch

(always get stuck in my teeth)

or using molars

snap a sweet

dry cookie

surprised by

sandy crumbs

that have no

juice at all.

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Tuesday!

From my blog:

After months of putting it off, I finally made it down to Ein Gedi last Friday. I went with some friends from college park, and we left at 4:30 am to drive down to the hike. As we were passing the dead sea on the drive down, I looked out the car window and watched the sun rise over the mountains of Jordan with the rays reflecting in the water; definitely one of my better sunrises. The hike itself was great…we went for about 7 hours and climbed 600 meters, from the 200 meters below sea level to 400 above, and got to see some incredible views. We then made it back to Jerusalem just in time for Shabbat, with about 20 minutes to spare. Definitely a great way to spend a Friday.

Then this week, last night I attended the MASA opening event with thousands of post-high school and post-college Jews from all over the world, here on over a hundred different programs. It was really an amazing sight to see all of these people just like me who had made the decision, for any of a zillion reasons, to come here for an extended period of time, and being in the same room with all of them was definitely special. And another highlight was that the Idan Raichel Project performed, and they were aaamazing. So good live and such great music. And tonight, I went to the auditions of a local showing of Hairspray. I should clarify…I didn’t actually audition, but for my community service project for Pardes, I will be working 1:1 with an 18-year old Ethiopian fellow, Rafael, in order to help him learn the songs (in english) for Hairspray, and the auditions were tonight so I came to help him fill out forms and provide moral support. Definitely a nice break from learning all day, and also a good way to rep my Baltimore pride (Since I think Hairspray is based there?).

And then to the learning – in my meditation class this week, we are focusing on seeing the Divine in everything, and one way to do this is through the experience of eating, since it contains a lot of our pleasures and desires, and we all have feelings on the matter. So the key to meditating on food is essentially to become very present and aware of every single step of the process, and go very slowly. More practically, this involves really honing in on the texture, feel, smell, and appearance of the food/bite, and then eventually putting it in your mouth and just letting it sit on your tongue without chewing, just feeling its texture with your mouth, and then eventually starting to very slowly chew, possibly with taking breaths in between, and then eventually swallowing. Needless to say, I had the most dramatic peanut butter banana experience of my life earlier tonight, which turned into a 30 minute sensory bonanza.

And one more thing, an idea I picked up on from a teacher recently and I’m still working on, is taking an hour (ideally, less if you can’t) every day that is dedicated to being unplanned, and then seeing what you decide to do during that time and analyzing it afterwards. My unplanned hour today became cleaning out/exploring a cabinet in my apartment that hadn’t been touched since we moved in 3 months ago and had a lot of stuff left over from the former residents…including a guitar case, a bag of coals, and a bunch of pretty intriguing recipes on index cards. Ima head out now but hope all is well and if you’re reading from the northeast, stay inside! It’s hurricaning out there!

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How to Write a Blog Post*

Last year was my blogging year. This year is the one where I step aside and help other people blog Pardes. This suits me just fine since this is also the year where I have no time to blog (almost). It occurred to me, however, that if I am to run this blog, then I should let people know what to do. The new posters have all been great so far, but I, like all the great Jewish visionaries**, am constantly focused on the future. So, as a public-service, I thought I’d devote some of my precious free time towards compiling the following “User’s Guide to the Blog,” a list of “Do’s and Don’t's” for all you aspiring These and Thosers out there (they exist, right?……please?)

DO:

  • Capitalize the phrase “Do’s and Don’t's” and put it in quotation marks for reasons you are not quite sure of.
  • Write about what interests you. Just because something happened to you during the week, does not necessarily mean you need to write about it. As a general rule, if you find it easy to write about, others will find it easy to read; if you struggle to write it, others will struggle to read it. No one cares that garbage collection days in Jerusalem are different than the ones in your hometown, or that, after paying attention for one week, you think you’ve noticed that Joanne’s hats seem to get bigger as the week goes on. And if either of these things is the most interesting part of your week, you have bigger problems than blogging.
  • Be selective about what you choose to include in your blog post. This is the second-most important step in determining what to write about. Now that you have what interests you, filter out the information you want your family, friends, Pardes peers and staff, and the world at-large to know. The events of last Thursday night at HaTzatzua may really interest you, but you should most definitely not mention them on your blog. Sometimes this is just a matter of careful wording:

WRONG: Hey “Abba”and “Imma,” Guess what?!?! I just spent Shabbat in a West Bank settlement over the Green Line (this means it’s illegal under international law) with a family of Religious Zionists!! But don’t worry, it was safe—even though they were religious, the husband always kept a gun in his belt, even on Shabbat! Viva la Pardes!!

RIGHT: Beloved parents, I just experienced a Shabbat in the beautiful Biblical land of Judea, in a quiet, scenic gated community to the east of Jerusalem with a wonderful Orthodox family. Never worry, I feel very safe here in the Holy Land.

  • Include something for all your readers. If you have readers back in your hometown(s), include references that they will get both to draw them in and to show that you haven’t entirely flipped out. For example: “We did a meditation in Self, Soul and Text that really helped me find my center, that helped me to find regain the inner peace and sense of hope that I lost after the Pirates stabbed me in the heart this fall.” In a similar vein, include an inside joke or two to reward your Pardes readers. One well-placed “Kah Echsoyf” reference can go a long way towards earning you some serious Pardes street-cred. The important thing is balance.
  • Let your personality shine through. Write about your adventure at Pardes as only you can:

WRONG: I went to the Shuk on Friday morning. It was really busy.

RIGHT: On Friday mornings, the Shuk is, as my roommate put it, “a chaotic clash of Middle-Eastern culture and Captialism.” It’s a kaleidoscope of color and movement and noise as Israelis, tourists, and those of us somewhere in-between scramble to try to balance the two mitzvot of preparing the finest foods for Shabbat with that of staying in budget. It’s simultaneously a cesspool and a sanctification, dirty, cheap, and impossibly miraculous, who ever said the Gathering of the Exiles would be pretty? It is Modern Hebrew, it is Israel. And I can’t handle it.

  • Make it visually interesting with pictures and jokes and lots of interesting links.

DON’T:

  • Be boring.
  • Ramble. Very, very few people are clever enough to make their rants entertaining to anyone else but themselves. Unless you have a special on Comedy Central in the works, assume you are not one of them and keep your rants to your own private blog.
  • Go over three-and-a-half single-spaced pages. If it’s too long, no one will read it to the end, trust me. I might not even, and that’s my job.
  • Use yeshiva jargon. There’s no makhloket about this one, chevre. B’emet, there is no better way to make your friends back home feel mamash alienated and make potential students and donors think that Pardes is some super shtark place that only wants davka to makarev people than by writing your blog posts using some of the more technical, tachlis terms we use in the beis.
  • Be anything other than yourself. This is the most important point of them all.

In keeping with the Jewish tradition of not ending on a negative note, I’ll close with one last do

DO:

  • Let people know how you’ve been since your last post. So far, this second year at Pardes has been nothing short of amazingamazing classes, amazing people, amazing times. In so many ways, this year feels like the completion of the last, as I’m constantly getting to build on the intellectual, spiritual, and social skills I acquired here last year. The combination of coming away from a positive summer work experience, heading into this year already comfortable at Pardes, and knowing I earned a leadership position resulted in my beginning the year with more self-confidence than I’ve ever had before. For the first time ever, I feel with it. This new me has been somewhat hard to get used to—even harder to get used to than being the person who actually knows what’s going on for once in his life have been the looks of surprise on new students’ faces when I tell them I’m actually an introvert. Harder to get used to than this even has been the realization that, more than informing other people, I’ve actually been saying this more to remind myself. In the wake of the High Holidays, however, I believe that this is not a new me, just a better one. I’m starting to really know who I am and like it. This is not to say that life is perfect, just that I’m extremely grateful for my current set of problems

Viva la Pardes!!

*I was originally going to call this “How to Write a Good Blog Post,” but then realized how presumptuous that sounds.

**So much for not being presumptuous.

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Lost in the Rhythm

 
I came to Israel – to the Pardes Institute for Jewish Studies – 10 months ago, so that I could study and become familiar with Jewish text. I wanted very much to live a ‘Jewish life.’ I just didn’t know what that entailed or meant.
 
Judaism, for me, has been like a dance. It wasn’t so much fun when I didn’t know the steps. There was very little spiritual fulfillment. It was frustrating and confusing.
 
But as I started to learn the steps I started to lose myself in the rhythm. The movements took on meaning. And that has led to very special experiences and insights. 
 
Part of this learning process is and has been happening through Torah study, in many of its very different permutations, at Pardes.  
 
Chumash class, of course. Talmud, of course. But there’s also Self, Soul, and Text. And Modern Jewish Thought. And Jewish Meditation. And the Social Justice track. The Peace and Conflict class. 
 
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Week 36: From Silence to Song

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

The weekend before last was the retreat Shabbaton for Self, Soul, and Text class at Kibbutz Hanaton, our teacher James’ home, in the Galil. The schedules Friday and Saturday were nearly identical, each day going like: 9-9:45: Sit. 9:45-10:30: Walk. 10:30-11:15: Sit. 11:15-12:30: Lunch. 12:30-1:15-Sit. It was brutal, and that’s no joke, since “Sit” didn’t mean “Lay on a couch, go on your computer, and schmooze,” it meant, “Sit upright in the big white tent like the kind we use in Pittsburgh as the Game Day Live Tent at Heinz Field for 45 minutes, focus on your breathing, or, if your nose is too stuffy to make that even remotely relaxing, then on the feeling of your butt in the cushion and try to meditate without thinking of scenes from The Simpsons.” and “Walk” didn’t mean “Go for a stroll on the beautiful grounds of the Kibbutz,” it meant “Slowly pace back-and-forth over the same 10 feet of ground, trying to focus on your steps and breathing without humming the Red Hot Chili Peppers song in your head. The hardest part of this was that we couldn’t hike: Hanaton is a gorgeous place, with birds singing everywhere, that kibbutz smell (read: cow dung) in the air, rolling green hills and farmland, a huge clear sky showing Omnimax sunrises and sunsets twice-daily, and a Druze village in the distance, and the nearest source of water was the reservoir in the distance sealed-off with barbed-wire; all we could do, however, is see everything from a distance. Meals offered no escape either, since this was a “silent” retreat, and by “silent,” they mean “lonely:” there was no talking, touching, looking, or even smiling at your friends from Thursday night until Saturday night. As I said, it was absolutely unforgiving. When we weren’t Sitting or Walking or praying, we were usually either listening to an excellent class by James, meeting with him privately, or singing niggunim with him. Friday afternoon, we all went to the mikveh.

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[Self / Soul & Text] Mindful Eating II

This is an additional thought I had about ‘mindful eating’.

I’ve been running my tongue along whatever food items I’ve been using during my practices, pausing to enjoy their shapes and textures, and I’ve noticed that my mouth automatically reacts to food by filling with saliva and pushing the bits with my tongue against the roof and sides of my mouth. It’s difficult to not grind the food with my teeth – it’s difficult to be still once my mouth is stimulated.

This “mindful eating” practice is very sensual; it struck me yesterday in class when I opened my eyes and looked at the faces of my classmates. Licking, sucking, swallowing, smelling… I’ve only seen facial expressions like those during intimate, sexual interactions. This makes me wonder about the relationship between sexuality and physical sensations of other kinds; are there hints of sexuality in our interactions with all physical stimuli? Have we desensitized ourselves to this? I’d be curious to hear your thoughts.

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