אחד – ONENESS

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Am I awake or asleep? Maybe a dreamlike state in between the two.

I leave my apartment 4:45 am to continue my journey

But all I am thinking about is my bed, snuggling between my warm blankets, head on my pillow. But then I thought of the people who used to walk, to travel for days, weeks during THIS day to get to the Beit haMikdash (the Temple) and I figured I could suck up the half an hour walk to the Kotel.

I didn’t even have to really pay attention to where I was going, I followed the people, each person coming from his/her home, learning center, dressed all differently, to walk to the same place.
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[Video] One Wish Jerusalem

One Wish Jerusalem is a reminder of and a tribute to our shared humanity. Shot in one day, in Jerusalem, we invited everyone who passed us at the outdoor market and the Old City to share a wish: an honest, human wish. In a country and a city often highlighted for the complexities and conflicts that arise from a divergence of dreams we invite you to connect to the beauty that is our shared ability to dream. To believe. To hope. To wish.

In commemoration of Israel’s 65th Anniversary of Independence we invite you to celebrate and to reflect with these faces in mind. To remember that independence is Continue reading

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If Only…

On Saturday, I returned to the Kotel to daven at the minyan that I’d happened upon the previous Shabbat. Once again, the group was friendly, and one of the participants noted that I had arrived on time, which he encouraged me to do again.

On my way through the Old City to minyan, I found myself cheerfully greeting others with a “Shabbat Shalom,” feeling myself in good spirits. I reflected upon my mood as I walked, and realized that I was looking forward to praying on Shabbat in the open air with the friendly minyan that I’d discovered there. Continue reading

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Snow day = best day of my life

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We were all awake long before we finally received the email from Pardes to tell us that school was canceled. We all knew, there was a blizzard coming down outside our windows! The city had already shut down the afternoon before because of some hail. We quickly rallied and got a group together to head to the Kotel. We were told that we couldn’t miss a white Kotel.
We trudged down Derech Hevron all the way to the Old City…actually, it was sunny and we were throwing snow balls at each other! We went to the overview where the following picture was taken. Then we went to the Kotel.
Our brave and AWESOME group!

Our brave and AWESOME group!

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The Old City

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Over Sukkot vacation, I got to do some relaxing and some traveling.  Sam and I spent a day at the beach in Tel-Aviv, and another day exploring the Old City of Jerusalem.  On previous trips, I spent a lot of time in the Old City’s Jewish quarter, which has a very touristy, Disneyland kind of feel (this is partly because the area is a magnet for Jewish tourists; and partly because it was razed to the ground by the Jordanians prior to 1967, and is therefore much, much newer than the rest of the Old City).  While I did spend a little bit of time in the Jewish quarter on this trip, I spent much more time in the Christian and Islamic quarters.

The main goal of the day was to visit The Church of the Holy Sepulcher.  As it turns out, the church is very easy to find, but its entrance is not.  Sam and I got a pretty good tour of the Christian quarter just searching for it.  The church itself was mobbed; apparently Sukkot (“Tabernacles” in Christian terminology) is a very popular time for Christian pilgrims to visit Jerusalem.  We didn’t even bother trying to get into the innermost area, where Jesus is believed to have been buried.  What we did see was beautiful and interesting enough.  I had to keep reminding myself that I was not in a museum but in a real, live holy site of a real, major religion.  I actually have this problem even at Jewish holy sites.  I think it’s a result of growing up in America, where we don’t have our own religious holy sites; museums are the closest we get.

From there, we followed to Via Dolorosa backwards into the Islamic quarter.  We spent a bit less time here, but still got to wander a bit through the narrow alleyways and see all of the little shops.  From there, we finished off the day at the Kotel.

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Today I was a Tourist

Cross-Posted from my blog:

(I would have posted this yesterday but I did not have internet) Today is the one day of vacation that is not Shabbat or Chag, that I am in Jerusalem. Therefore, I decided that I wanted to do all the things that I would have done if I was here as a tourist during Sukkot. I went to Machane Yehudah, Ben Yehudah St., and The Old City. This was my first time going to The Old City since I have been in Israel. I have been to Machane Yehudah and Ben Yehudah St. several times. The difference is, that this time I brought my camera. I don’t want to overwhelm anyone with information so I will be breaking it down into several posts. I’ll just say for now that I did in four hours what most tourists would do in two days, and I did it all on foot. 
The Shuk was not as busy as I thought it would be. I started out at my favorite place Pri Ha’adama, a ceramics cooperative.This is a picture of the steps leading up to the store. I know, right (so cool)!

 

 Right next door is Uzi Eli. The man who owns this store believes that the fruit juice that he sells has healing properties. Even if it does not actually  have “the power”, the juice is fresh and delicious!

 

After going to these two specific places I wandered around taking pictures.

 

I just has to take this, I love Jerusalem Street Art!

 

 

Gummies!

 

 

Proof the light rail train exists and runs!
The following is easily the strangest/ funniest thing I experienced all day: I went into a clothing store that I had been to about three years ago, which is known for its cute skirts. I picked up a skirt and looked at the tag, it said Banana Republic. I thought nothing of it at first. Then I picked up another, it to said Banana Republic. I looked at each of the skirts again and determined that there was no way these skirts are from Banana Republic. I turned the skirts around and noticed the poor sewing job that had been done on every skirt I looked at. Apparently, someone  was determined to give buyers the impression that these were from a high end, American retail store. They were better off without being tagged and needless to say I did not buy any skirts today.   
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Holiday Edition!

cross-posted from my blog:

Hey!  It’s been a while since I posted last, so lets get right to it.

The last 2 weeks were the two major holidays of the year, Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur, and the last major holiday of the month, Sukkot, begins on Sunday night and lasts for a week.  Sukkahs are already popping up all over town, as well as people selling lulavs and etrogs.  I’ll try to take some pictures over the week and then post them  since it’s going to be awesome to see.  This is kind of like the Thanksgiving/Christmas holiday season in America – schools are off, lots of holidays, and Coca Cola has their holiday edition bottles out…the only difference is the lack of snow.

For Rosh Hashana, I bounced around to a bunch of different places for services and meals.  Highlights included hosting a large meal with lots of Pardes students on the first day, and going to the Kotel during the first evening of Rosh Hashana.  There were a ton of people there, including ~150 Chassidic fellows with massive pais and na-nach-nachman beanies jumping up and down and dancing and singing…I of course joined them.  And it was great.  Jews from all over the world, dancing and singing and celebrating the new year at the holiest place on earth.

Then, two days ago, we celebrated Yom Kippur.  The blog-worthy details are that the entire country shuts down for 25 hours.  And I mean completely shuts down.  Highways = empty.  24/7 shops – closed.  Airport – shut down.  It’s also referred to as bicycle day because all of the children take advantage of the empty streets with bikes and scooters.  After services let out on Tuesday evening, we headed over to Emek Refaim to see thousands of people dressed in white walking around and people biking and scootering and the traffic lights just flashing yellow.  It felt kind of like the end of the world.  Streets that normally have cars in them all the time were just completely empty.  You get the idea.  And then after the holiday, we all got together for a nice break fast.  A word of advice – don’t drink wine at break fasts.

Other things that I’ve been up to in the past few weeks:

  • I explored the old city a bit and found some great rooftops (where you can walk from rooftop to rooftop) with great views of the city, so I’ll definitely be back there.
  • Waking up at obscene hours to watch these ravens night games, but completely worth it to see us beat the patriots and browns!
  • Went on a great weekend retreat with Pardes to a place called Beit Yehuda two weeks ago – great way to get to spend time with and get to know the students and teachers I’ll be spending the year with.  And we did a sunrise hike by the biblical zoo, pretty cool.

And I’ll end with (if you’ve made it this far) a brief recap from a great class about Sukkot that I had yesterday:

Like the other two major festivals of the year (Shavuot and Passover), Sukkot has both has historical and agricultural significance – it represents the sukkahs (temporary dwellings) that were built by the Jews while wandering the desert for forty years, and it also signifies the gathering in of the harvest and the onset of the rainy season.  Why, at the time when we bring in our harvest, do we leave the comfort of our homes and sleep and eat in sukkahs for seven days?  So that we don’t take what we have for granted, become arrogant, and forget about G-d’s role in the world, which would be likely to happen during the time of plenty right after the harvest.

From the historical perspective, this is the same reason that G-d brought the Jews into the wilderness for forty years before taking them to the land of plenty, Israel, where everything would be taken care of for them.  By bringing them to the wilderness first, where they were reliant on G-d for everything from food to shelter, they were able to develop humility, appreciation for everything in life, and recognition to G-d,  which became crucial to their future survival (up until now).  This is not just an ancient story – a recurring theme throughout world history is that the decline of great empires has begun once the people became complacent and forgot the earlier story of where they came from and the lessons they had learned.

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Week 39:

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

So this is it. The end. It’s over. After Shabbat, I’m going to see everyone again in the fall at best, never at worst. Still, this is ultimately what I signed up for, to become a Pardes Alum.

I’m almost positive that from the moment I touch down in Pittsburgh and for the entire rest of my life, I’ll have to really try hard to convince myself that this whole year wasn’t a dream—usually a good dream, sometimes a bad dream, but always a dream nonetheless, certainly when compared to the reality I used to know. I don’t know how long it will take to readjust to reality (i.e. America), but even if I do readjust, I’m not the same person I was when I left, I’m much tanner now. I’m also wiser, know tons more Torah and can’t wait to live and teach it to whomever I can however I can, know much more Hebrew and Aramaic, have a wider circle of friends, can cook more things. I am more independent and more dependent, more optimistic and more jaded than I was ten months ago. I will have to get used to the weekend being Saturday and Sunday, to being able to understand people on the street, to being able to plug my stuff in without an adapter, to knowing exactly what signs are saying, to supermarkets not having sales related to my holidays, to being a minority, to shoving and being shoved not being acceptable means of getting where you need to go (I am so not ready for Wisconsin), to knowing what the hell is going on around me.

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