The Times, They are a Changin’

I woke up this morning in a very differnt world than I am going to sleep in, and yet, it is still very much the same. You see, today, a decision was made that will have a great impact on my life, I am just not sure yet. Today a decision or, many decisions were made that will need to be digested by me, by my movement, and the larger implications of this are not entirely known. What I do know is that I am proud to be a part of a movement that upholds the Halachic process, that values human dignity, inclusion and moral imperatives. I also recognize the fact that there is much work to be done in order to continue this growth. But hey, one foot in front of the other seems to work for me. I am interested to see what happens in the coming days, weeks, months and years, but proud to be where I am, proud to be studying to become a Rabbi. Tradition and Change are valued, held with the utmost respect, and guide my life.
I think I have a lot more thinking to do on this, but I got to sleep tonight knowing that while the world may be changing, and the next few weeks/months might be trying, I am happy with where I am, and that’s what matters in the end!

I am Alive

Don’t worry, although I may not have been updating as regularly as I would have liked, I am very much alive and well! I am just extremely busy with midterms and projets and presentations, and school and life and my GREECE trip in a week. There is much to write about, but I seem to have writers block, so, just know I am alive, and we’ll talk soon!!

Achen Yesh Adonai B’Makom HaZeh V’Anochi Lo Dadati?!?!

Surely God is in this place and I, I did not know it!! What a powerful verse. This verse is in our parshat HaShavua, and it is one of my favorites. It is written on the Aron at my shul in the States, and hs always stood out in my mind. After all, when I was a child I was taught that God is everywhere, so how could I not already know that God is there?!?! For me, the verse is talking about God MOments. Those moments in time where we realize that God is around us, surrounding us, suppoting us. God is everywhere, it is up to us, the individual, me to find God.

I was sitting in services this morning and it just struck me, God is in this place, and I knew it, I know it. I just choose sometimes not to see it, or sometimes, I have trouble seeing it. I think since I have been in Israel I have had more God moments, moments of awe, of love, of presence than ever before. I think it is my responsibility to recognize God in my life. So, Yes, GOD IS IN THIS PLACE, But I DO KNOW IT, I just need to take the time to recognize it a little bit more often!!

My Life is a Comedy of Erros (when I’m sick) and Thanksgiving is an American Holiday

Alright, so, I seem to have come down with the Jerusalem bug. That means I feel like I look like a chipmunk because my sinuses are so huge, my throat is scratchy, my tummy hurts, and I’m always cold (that could just be from the lack of heat and constant hot water in this country). Anyways, I am pretty miserable, but very thankful that there is no school today so I could spend most of the day in bed. That is, until I found myself without my tylenol sinus and no more kleenex, so off to the Kiosk I went. Israel is great, they have about a million corner store type places within a 5-10 minute walk of my apartment. I went off to my favorite one… No Kleenex, hit up the next one, No Kleenex, and this happened 3 more times. Finally, when my nose was really running, my head spinning and my tummy aching i decided to tough it up and head to the grocery store, a 15 minute walk. And so I went. I get in there, and it seems as though every place I tried to go, someone would walk right in front of me. I go to the aisle that should have my kleenex, no, not there. Now I’m a little tanky (tired and cranky!), but my good friend from school is in front of me and finally points out the kleenex to me. And so I go over, grab my 10pack of pocket packages and 2 more huge boxes and begin to check out.

Checkout could of course never go easily. I find my line, only one person in front of me, and all of her stuff is baged up, yes i think, this will be quick. WRONG. she is taking ehr time talking to the cashier, I stand there for 5 minutes while they chat, wanting nothing more than take my stuff and run home to the bathtub. But, I control myself, listen to their conversation, and wait patiently. Finally, my turn. The cashier rings up my stuff and then, in typical Israeli fashion tries to offer me everything at the end of her lane, what a deal, kleenex in a different shaped box, cashews, persimons… finally out of frustration and realizing that being nice is not working, I snap at her in Hebrew that I just want what I brought to the register and want to leave. She rings me up and I leave. Looking forward to my bed at the end of the walk.

I head out for home, and as I’m halfway there, my finger starts hurting, i look and my shopping bag is wrapped a hundered times around my favorite turquoise/silver ring. I stop, try and undo it, and now my ring is bent way our of shape… such a sad day. I keep walking, I’m almost there, and a bicyclist cuts me off out of nowhere. I ignore it, focusing on my bed, but when I arrive at the stairs that bring me out to my street, there she is stopped there, on her cell phone (neatly held in place by her helmet) chatting away blocking the stairs. I politely say excuse me, but she cant’ hear me, she’s on the phone, so after about a minute of patients, I push my way through and my building is in sight. I reach the door, pull out my keys… they’re not there. My trusty Umich lanyard seems to only have my student ID on it and my locker key for my locker at the UJ… now, I want to cry. I dig around in my purse, and luckily, i find the keys, open the door, run to the elevator (wanting nothing more than to be in my bed) and it doesnt’ work…. up 5 flights of stairs i trudge, open my door, and finally, i am home…

UGH! What a trip, I miss America, my car, and the grocery store that has everything. As for more tylenol sinus… i’ll save the drugstore search when I have regained some of my strength! At least I can easily get Kosher Chicken soup here!!

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Hello from Israel, where Thanksgiving is not a national holiday, and I will not suddenly be hearing Christmas music on the radio all the time. In Israel, today is just an ordinary Thursday, and I am o.k. with that! Instead, I live in a country where all the Americans around me at least, are trying to hold onto their American heritage and celebrate thanksgiving. Now, I love turkey, mashed potatoes and pumpkin pie as much as the next American, but, is it the end of the world to be without it? No. I think it is much harder to be without my family, than to be without a turkey. Sure, we can sing thanksgiving songs or American songs, fight over turkey in the supermarket with some old woman who just wants to eat a nice shabbat dinner, search high and low for pie crusts that are not chocolate flavored. Or, we can celebrate the fact that I am thankful to be in Israel and have the friends that I do around me. Perhaps if I had planed better, I could have had people over, and had a great Israeli food feast, celebrating what I am thankful for, but oh well, maybe next year!!

I’m thinking about thanksgivings I have had throughout my life, and what I miss the most is not the food, but the friends and fmaily. I remember sleepovers with my best friend in elementary school, decorating the tablecloth, naming the turkey, waking up to the smell of my mom’s turkey, eating Auntie’s mashed potatoes, Nana’s lemonade jello mold, Belle’s pies, my Grammy eating the carcas, Tanta’s art projects, Putting on the play with my cousins, watching the parade together, and just being together… I’m thankful for all those memories this year and the Smile they put on my face!

We are Women, Hear us be quiet?

This morning, I woke up at 5:45 to meet 2 other female rabbinical students, to get a cab to the old city’s Jewish quarter. We arrived at around 6:50 to meet our group. Today, being the second day of Rosh Chodesh Kislev, a special group of women were scheduled to meet. We were going to daven with Women of the Wall. For those of you who don’t know, this group of women has been in legal battles for their right to daven at the Kotel, with their talitot on, tefillin, read torah, have a minyan without any men. They meet every month for Rosh Chodeseh (new month) davening at the Kotel on the women’s side, daven Shacharit and Hallel and then move to Robinson’s Arch at the southern wall to read torah and do musaf. And so, i decided to try it out, put on my tefillin a second time in the old city, support a group of women who support me, and enjoy. What follows is my reflection on the morning, and some other thoughts!

So we arrived, and as a small group of women, we met one another, looked around, no police guards, no army personel to protect us. We gathered around each other as we one by one put on our talitot and then quickly covered them up with a jacket so as not to incite unnecessary confrontation. Once this was accomplished, the Shaliach tzibur began to lead us. Quietly, she sang the words of the Shacharit service, quietly, we responded when necessary. Our group grew, we now had a few army personel looking after us from outside the women’s section of the Kotel. We moved on to Hallel. Hallel is supposed to be lively; i mean, we are praising God!! I’m used to singing aloud, putting my heart into it, really praising God. This was not the place. We quietly sang together the service. I wasn’t expecting us to scream at the top of our lungs, but we could have been a little bit louder. How come the men can scream, cry, dance, enjoy and we need to be quiet, lest we should upset someone. One woman came by and made comments that this was for the men, but I just ignored her presence. But there we were, at least 3 generations of women gathered together at the Kotel, praying, doing something as women who love Judaism and tradition, there we were a learned bunch of women who know very well that halachickly, davening together isn’t a problem and we could barely be heard 4 feet away. A disappointing feeling, but then, we still had our move to Robinson’s arch for the Torah service. Of course then, when we are alone we can rejoice, right!?!?!

So, we finished Hallel, made sure our talitot were well hidden and walked to Robinson’s arch. One of my tzitzit was hanging out, and many women and men made comments about it. It was absurd for them to see a woamn wearing tzitzit. I wasn’t trying to upset them, but I know they would have taken my talit if it had been outside. I wasn’t bothering them, why did they need to bother me? If they only knew what I was going to put on next!

We arrived at Robinson’s arch, quickly put on our tefilin, and began the torah service. Now, this is where I think most of my disappointment in the experience comes from. Here we were, in our own place, praying together as women, what a sense of unity there could have been, what kavanah, what spirituality, what love there could have been. Instead, i felt like the life had been sucked out of me, no one was sinigng, no one was dancing, no one was rejoicing. Instead, we did our thing, as quiet if not quieter than when danger was emminent. And that was it. Nothing! I didn’t feel the love, the power, the pride i thought I would. Here are these women who are well educated, who love Judaism, want to fulfill the mitzvot, stand up for their rights, and there was nothing. They haven’t given up the fight, because they showed up, but where is the passion?

I guess I am just frustrated because I think so much more could have been done. We could have rejoiced with one another, but no. I think back to the last time I lived in Israel and was surrounded by Jews less liberal than I, the Orthodox community that would never be a fit for me. I think back to that time when I wanted to spite them, I wanted to show them how i didn’t care what they said, how I was equally able to go up to the torah. But, in those times, I wasn’t acting for myself, for my own reasons, I was acting against their beliefs. I went to the Kotel on Shavuot in 1998 and participated in a brilliant, egalitarian service. I held the Torah as a woman read from it, davened loudly, with passion, and ducked from the bags of frozen chocolate milk and other “stuff” being thrown at me. I stood there with my Talit out in the open, filled with pride, a rush of adrenaline, I was alive, the men and women who surrounded me were fighting, we were standing up for ourselves. This is what it was all about.

Back then, I wore short skirts to upset people, instead of respecting their views of modesty and myself. Now, as I have returned to this place 9 years later, older, wiser, more mature I see things differently. this time, I am acting for myself, for what I believe in, not against someone else’s beliefs. I am acting out of my own wants, needs, desires. I am acting for me, for what i believe to be right and just. I don’t need to disrespect someone in doing so, but they shouldn’t disrespect me on my way. We should live together, peacfully, instead of pick fights because of a quiet gathering.

So, will I go again to Women of the Wall? Maybe. Will I purposefully try and upset someone because their views are different from mine? rub in their face my beliefs? No, but i ask that in return they respect my rights as well. Will i continue to stand up for my right and legitimacy to learn jewish texts, wrap tefilin, wear a talit, learn, read from the torah and Daven together with my community? ABSOLUTELY! But, I think this is what living in Israel is all about. I have found myself a second time, realized how much I have grown, and now, I act for myself, for my own beliefs, for my love of Judaism. Now, I am navigating the complexities of Jerusalem and trying to respect others and learn from them with the hope that they in turn will respect and learn from me. Maybe then we will find our spirit, there will not be a need to fight, we will support one another, compromise, and then the joy and passion will return!