Colors are arching
refracting and dispersing
droplets of sunlight
(prompt 311 from this site, but too late to post there.)
Colors are arching
A very small stream
I read some of Netivos Shalom about Chanukah. He cites the Gemorah that says that Chazal set for Hallel to be said because the oil burned miraculously and the candles burned again. He questions this, pointing out that the reason why Hallel is set to be said on a holiday is that the Jews were saved from destruction. He explains that the light referred to is a spiritual light that went dark and was reignited. The story of darkness and light is the story of the near death and resurrection of the Jewish People.
This morning during first period I had one of my freshman classes. My other freshman class had a free period. Each on their own, two outstanding, cooperative, motivated students from that other class class chose to sit in on the class I was teaching. I took that as a big thing. To make space comfortable enough for someone that they want to be there in that space you create is a big thing.
A beautiful song and tune with quite a history and profound meaning - as explained by Wikipedia.
Sometimes we make time
On hold with a cab company... They thank me, and invite me to visit their website... They also have a hall for my celebrations...
Thanksgivukkah is a stupid word
I am grateful to G-d for another day of life. I think I did some good today. I also think I could have used my time better, but I tend to be hard on myself and balancing one's time (i.e. life) is an art and not a science.
So many thoughts, limited amount of time.
By Rabbi Neil Fleischmann
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity of the appetite, for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of sixty more than a body of twenty. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.
Whether sixty or sixteen, there is in every human being's heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing child-like appetite of what's next, and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the Infinite, so long are you young.
When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at twenty, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch the waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at eighty.
Thursday is my blog-iversary. Here's the first post I wrote. It's got Torah (Parshat Vayeitzei), poetry, about Vin Scelsa and me, and gratitude to those who inspired me to start up the blog. The blog has changed at least one life- mine. And it is something for which I am filled with gratefulness to G-d.
One of the greatest joys of my life is close friendships with Torah at their core. Last Tuesday night I had one of my favorite kinds of talks with a dear friend. Comedy and day to day stuff came up, but what stands out as I look back is the Torah.
Yaakov's limping with after his spiritual battle in Parshat Vayishlach (this week's parshah) reminds me of a story that I find beautiful and profund in its elegant simplicity. It's the end of Gilda Radner's memoir, written shortly before she passed away from cancer. (Dibby was her housekeeper/nanny with whom she was very close.)
By Neil Fleischmann
One way or another we find community in our lives, otherwise we suffer greatly. O' chavrusa o' misusa.
Now, it's after Shabbos, Prairie Home Companion is on and I'm recalling when a student told me that her parents were taking her to see the show and they googled it and my blog came up.
Shprintza Herskovits (from whose sefer Rays of the Sun, the first half of the following piece is adapted) says there's a theme of stones in parshat VaYeitzei. She introduces her essay with the idea of asking people what association they come up with when you mention stones. She suggests that there are two camps: Some people will thinks of the stones that break your bones, slung since the earliest days of mankind. Others will think of rock solid structures, words written in stone, diamonds that are forever.
Tomorrow morning at minyan I hope to speak about the double use of vayeitei and vayeileich:
I've quoted this many times before. It is very meaningful to me. May we all be so blessed, today and always.
Good night and G-d bless
I still don't have a smartphone, though it's starting to feel like it's expected in many settings. I don't tweet. I do use Facebook, and like that it has positive sides to it. Overall though I don't use Facebook often, not at all during the work day from when I leave home till I return. '
“My mother once said to me, ‘When one sees the tree in leaf, one thinks the beauty of the tree is in its leaves, and then one sees the bare tree.’" -Samuel Menashe
I never know (or is it that I always know and just say I don't know?) what to write or where to write it.
I. Shortly After Shabbos