Wednesday, November 27, 2013

H.A.G.D.

On hold with a cab company... They thank me, and invite me to visit their website... They also have a hall for my celebrations...

The actual person, not as cheerful as the recorded one.  "Aint that the way these things go?" (Can you name what song that line is from?)

Wishing everyone a blessed day in which we see and feel our blessings and help others out. May we all reach our destinations, physical and metaphorical, as smoothly as possible.

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Thanks A Latka*

Thanksgivukkah is a stupid word 
but it's not a stupid day
Serendipity is a beautiful thing
that now comes into play

May G-d bless us to be thankful
to always see the light
to say grace and be grateful
on Thanksgivukkah night

*To the best of my knowledge the phrase thanks a latka was coined by Rabbi Dani Rapp.

Monday, November 25, 2013

...A Bag of Peanuts At My Feet

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.

I taught classes. I learned from my students (plaque builds up really quickly and may not be easily removed other than by a dentist if you don't brush regularly [- a student's persuasive speech in speech class], a young person can't always listen to G-d over their parents as Chazal say to [- a ninth grader in Chumash class], structure and rules are a good thing but too much of it can be annoying and even bad [a ninth grader in a discussion about the Aseret HaDibrot and the need for rules]).

A colleague was kind and understanding to me about my dad's situation, busy, yet stopping to show empathy and caring and to listen,  and asking if there's anything s/he can do to help.

Inspired by a friend I ate pretty well today, except for a piece of birthday cake.

At a meeting we celebrated a colleagues birthday and s/he was very touched because it was a hard birthday- first one without mom.  We had a brief but good talk about how your parents are always your parents and I shared the fact that many elderly people approaching death, in their last words, still, turn back to talk about their parents.

Log ins, emails, returned calls. Counseling, meeting, teaching.

We discussed - in Chumash class - the placement of honoring parents on the side of the 10 commandment that is between man and G-d- gave two explanations. I also pointed out how each side goes down from easier and more general and removed to harder and more specific and down to earth (from belief in G-d to actually treating specific people with the utmost honor and respect and from not murdering another human being to not even thinking jealously that you want something that they have).

I called my dad.

I finished The End of Our Life Book Club. Reading that book has been a two month journey. Wow; a beautiful book.  Life is too short to read any books that aren't as touching and potentially transformative as this one.

It's time for sleep. Freud said there are three impossible fields because the job is never done- teaching, counselling and clergy work.  I do all three.  And yet I must let go of the emails and the prep and the worry and let G-d take my soul for the night.

Good night and G-d bless.

What Is A Good Rabbi?

So many thoughts, limited amount of time.

One of the highlights of being in West Hempstead for Shabbos was hearing a few words- ever so briefly, yet effectively - getting to see and experience Rabbi Yehuda Kelemer.  I have met many people over the years for whom he was/is rabbi and who speak with incredible respect, genuine affection, and deep appreciation of Rabbi Kelemer. Some of these people had him as their schul's rabbi in the Young Israel of Brookline, Massachusetts, and to this day are appreciative of when he was their local Rav- and still consider him their Rav and rely on him as their Rav. The thing I hear most about him is his caring and being there at hard time, appearing at funeral even though he was too far away to possibly make it (they thought, though he did the seemingly impossible, whatever it took to be there and got there).

Time and again regarding rabbis it seems to me that people really want, perhaps most of all, someone who will be present for them in hard times.  Rav Chaim Brisker was once asked how he views the role of being a rabbi.  He replied that he saw it as a position from which great amounts of chesed could be provided, and that was a rabbi's job- to do chesed. I've long thought that chesed does not get its due credit as being one of three pillars the world stands on, Torah and avodah see to be considered more important (though Chazal billed them all equally). This is true for all of us.  Perhaps it it is particularly true for a rabbi where you'd think the litmus test would obviously be his Torah along with his prayer.  But Rav Chaim said that if any of the three are up top it's chesed, and the people agree. Rabbi Kelemer is not only renowned as being learned and the other things of that ilk that you expect from a rabbi, but he is know for caring and being there.

It's amazing that he's been there over 30 years, time flies.  Here's his instillation from January 1983.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Vayeishev - It Can Happen To You

By Rabbi Neil Fleischmann

Yosef is focused on his dreams, which he shares with his brothers without taking into account that they have dreams of their own. His dreams go unrealized.  His reality drifts far away from his dreams.

Yosef’s focus on his dreams leads to his being banished from home. He finds himself at rock bottom, imprisoned in a dungeon.  But at his nadir he notices that he is not alone.  He sees that the people around him are sad and asks them to talk about it.  He turns himself to the dreams of others.

It is when Yosef helps others with their dreams that his dreams start to come true. This is a profound life lesson.  Perhaps this sheds light on the statement of Chazal that if you need something and pray for someone else that needs the same thing then your prayers will be answered first.  

When we focus only on ourselves, and then have the gall to think that G-d also cares only about us - as if no-one else exists - we are sorely mistaken. If that’s what we think then when we pray we are not truly praying to G-d; we’re sending our prayers to the wrong address. When we recognize that everyone has needs and we ask G-d to meet the needs of others that itself is the beginning of the answer to our prayers.

May we be blessed to mature emotionally and spiritually, like Yosef.  May we turn to and see each other and look to fulfill one another’s dreams. May we, like Yosef, merit seeing that our dreams can come true. 

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

YOUTH

By Samuel Ullman



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.

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Calvin Trillin On A Topic Close To My Heart

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Monday, November 18, 2013

Nine Year Anniversary - Part I

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.

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Talk With A Friend - Part I

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.

I shared something that I taught today: Ezra3:2 states that the Jews who returned to Bavel rebuilt the mizbeach - וַיָּקָם יֵשׁוּעַ בֶּן-יוֹצָדָק וְאֶחָיו הַכֹּהֲנִים, וּזְרֻבָּבֶל בֶּן-שְׁאַלְתִּיאֵל וְאֶחָיו, וַיִּבְנוּ, אֶת-מִזְבַּח אֱלֹהֵי יִשְׂרָאֵל--לְהַעֲלוֹת עָלָיו, עֹלוֹת, כַּכָּתוּב, בְּתוֹרַת מֹשֶׁה אִישׁ-הָאֱלֹהִים. Why does it say the words at the end of the line, stressing that the altar was done as it is written in the Torah of Moshe, the man of G-d? My thought was that we are being told that just like Moshe, a human, became a holy man of G-d, so too that was the nature of the people who returned to Israel. They were people who rose to the occasion, rose to their higher selves.

My friend noted that there are stages in the pasuk: First it says that they did it according to Torat Moshe. This seemingly extra phrase adds something, but perhaps not what I said. This may simply be telling us that they adhered to the mesorah. But then the next phrase, adding that Moshe was a man of G-d, teaches the idea that I suggested- that above just adhering to the law they rose above their averageness and became G-dly people. My friend also noted that the mizbeach is at the center of avodah- divine service, work connected to becoming people of G-d.

My friend also tied in a striking idea: Rav Samson Rafael Hirsch says that when Moshe looked from side to side before smiting the Egyptian it was simply because he was afraid and was checking if anyone saw him. Rav Hirsch says that the man that Moshe was at this moment would not have been able to face Paroh and insist he release the Jewish nation. He grew into that man, into Moshe Rabeinu, over the course of time. He became מֹשֶׁה אִישׁ-הָאֱלֹהִים. (This fits with the idea that when Moshe is first visited by Hashem and chosen he says לֹא אִישׁ דְּבָרִים אָנֹכִי. Over 40 years he transforms into the person who composes - along with G-d - a book of his speeches called דְּבָרִים.)

My friend told me an amazing insight from the Sefer HaChinuch. Word on the street (what a friend of mine calls "Street Torah") is that we don't eat gid hanasheh -the sinew of the thigh-vein - to remember that that's where Ya'akov was wounded in his mysterious wrestling match. If that were the case then the command to not eat the gid hanasheh after simply being told the story, and that he was hurt in that part of his body. But the end of the story, the line hat comes right before we're told not to eat the gid hanasheh is that the sun rose. The law relating to this food serves to remind us that the sun will rise again- and we will move on. (See Breishit 32:25-33.)

I'm trying to recall every wonderful moment of my talk with my friend, grabbing onto pieces as they return to me. Here's one: He threw out the question of how to be positive in hard times. he quoted me back to me, something I didn't remember saying. He said that I once told him that in the hardest times, if we can't be positive, perhaps- we can visualize being positive. he found that intriguing, and potentially helpful and so do I.

My dear friend see the parshiot of Vayeitzei and Vayishlach as models from Yaakov Avinu of how to deal with crises- in the former he sets the example regarding personal crisis and in the latter it's about national crisis.

We spoke of Chesed and my friend gave a name for kindnesses that you do for others without being asked but by sensing the need on your own. He called that active chesed. On the other hand there is passive chesed, where you do what you are told is needed.

We spoke about the importance of gratitude. My friend cited a question of Rav Pam and then gave his own answer. Rav Pam asks why maaser beheimah must be done on every tenth animal and can't just be done in bunches, say 10 after every 100. Rav Pam's practical answer is that the Torah recognizes that it's hard to part with money and says to do it this way because it's easier to give one periodically then to give a lump sum at the end. My friend's thought is that G-d is commanding us here to literally and spiritually count our blessings. We need to stop regularly - it's not effective when done once in a while - and make a manageable list of what we have and then relate to it by, on the spot, expressing our gratefulness to G-d.

I was touched by my friend telling me several things that he quotes me on. One of them surprised me. He likes that every now and then, rather than a full email or call I just send out a brief email with the question, "How are you?"

My friend learned that Yaakov's fight wrestling match represents a thematic fight between angel and men that recurs throughout Jewish holy texts. This is the idea behind the story of Moshe arguing with the melachim about if man deserves the Torah, imperfect as man is. Moshe succeeds in explaining that the Torah is only for humans, not for angels. Though angels are all spiritual they are more similar to animals than to people. Animals are all physical, angels all spiritual, but both are pre-programmed and not by choice. Man is more like G-d than he is similar to animals or angels in that man has free will.

This is some of what my friend and I discussed. More to follow, please G-d.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

And He Limped Upon His Thigh

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.)

When I was little, Dibby told me a story about her cousin who had a dog – just a mutt – and the dog was pregnant. I don’t know how long dogs are pregnant, but she was due to have her puppies in about a week. She was out in the yard one day and got in the way of the lawnmower and her two back legs got cut off. They rushed her to the vet who said, "I can sew her up, or you can put her to sleep if you want. But the puppies are OK – she’ll be able to deliver the puppies. Dibby’s cousin said, "keep her alive." So the vet sewed up her backside and over the next week that dog learned how to walk. She didn’t spend any time worrying; she just learned to walk by taking two steps in the front and flipping up her backside and then taking two more steps and flipping up her backside again. She gave birth to six little puppies, all in perfect health. She nursed them and then weaned them. And when they learned to walk, they all walked like her.

Friday, November 15, 2013

Gourmet Greetings

By Neil Fleischmann

The barn burned down, revealing a sad and smudged moon 
A chocolate Labrador reclined on a white chaise lounge chair

A sailboat made from a postcard floated on letter fragments
Old fashioned elegant cursive writing, myriad musical notes

A Kintsugi bowl sat perfectly imperfectly in its saved beauty
As a mushroom like tower in a field came into window view

An impossibly tall man juggled jigsaw puzzle pieces to the clouds
A woman’s hair nested birds, her eyes cried her soul into a rainbow

Yellow and brown leaves, or were they some kind of butterflies
Uncovered a splendiferous wish about the friend you are to me

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

11/12/13 - Vayishlach Dvar Torah

Falling Up 
By Rabbi Neil Fleischmann

Yaakov Avinu’s life is filled with family; he is almost always surrounded by people- with one stark exception. In anticipation of re-meeting Eisav he prepares for a typical, physical war. Yaakov divides his camp strategically and advises them on how to deal with Eisav. He helps the members of his nuclear family cross the stream of Yabbok. Then, briefly – though it probably feels like forever - Ya'akov finds himself alone. “Vayivater Ya’akov levado – And Ya’akov was left alone.” (Breishit 32:25).” He is confronted by an unexpected enemy of an unworldly sort. The figure he wrestled with is an unidentified man; maybe it is Yaakov himself that Yaakov wrestles with. There is no explicit documentation of his preparation for spiritual battle. Ya'akov's life up until this moment was his preparation. There was no cramming for this exam. 

Rabbi Yosef Blau sees this story as reflective of all of our lives. The major battles are spiritual and our sole preparation for the fights that count most is the way we live our lives up to the moment when we are tested. These conflicts are amorphous; when they arrive it is unannounced and unknown. The physical challenges that we think we must prepare for often never come. When the unexpected inner confrontations occur, the people who usually travel with and support us may suddenly be absent. We can fight dark forces and win, but like Ya'akov we may come out limping, though we’ve won so big we’ve gained a new identity. It is to our advantage to view these hurdles in a positive light. 
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Shlomo HaMelech wrote "Sheva yipol tzaddik vekam" - "A tzaddik falls seven times, and rises" (Mishlei 24:16). We all fall; a tzaddik moves on even after many falls. Rav Yitzchak Hutner explains that rather than being a tzaddik despite falling down, a tzaddik is a tzaddik because of the times he falls and rises. In a letter to a student experiencing hard times, Rav Hutner developed the idea that achieving greatness is a process of overcoming obstacles and moving on. He explained that while we imagine righteous people being born righteous, it is far more likely  become great through great stuggles..
 
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"Ma'ayan nirpas u'makor mashchat: tzaddik mat lifnei rasha"-"A righteous man falling down before the wicked: like a muddled fountain, a polluted spring" (Mishlei 28:26). Rabeinu Bachai cites this pasuk as ancillary to "Sheva yiipol tzadik vekam". A tzadik stumbles through encounters with reshaim. Just as a sullied spring re-invigorates and returns to its previous purity, a tzaddik collapses into the hands of a rasha and then regains his glory. Rabeinu Bachai offers these lines from Mishlei as an introduction and themamatic representation to Parshat VaYishlach.


Yaakov was temporarily humbled before Eisav; he showered his brother with gifts and addressed him as master. In the end, Ya'akov departed unscathed from his encounter with Eisav. The Sfat Emet notes that Ya'akov bowed before Eisav seven times (Breishit 33:3), an allusion to "Sheva yipol tzaddik vekam". Using Rav Hutner's sense of the pasuk this can be understood to mean that Ya'akov not only fell and rose before Eisav, but his falling was part of his rising. This can be applied to the seemingly myriad rough times Ya'akov went through in his lifetime.
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The physical altercation with Eisav which never happens takes the form instead of a spiritual fight. The wrestling match which precedes Yaakov’s meeting with Eisav tells us what this period, along all of Yaakov’s other hardships, was really about. In Ya'akov's lifetime as in seasonal cycles, fall foreshadowed spring. (This is important to keep in mind this year as we are going through an early loss of leaves, and cold and darkness have taken us by surprise.) In the lives of individual Jewish people as in the life of the Jewish People as a whole, we fall to rise again. The road to geula is galus, as our private exiles are paths to personal redemption. May we soon merit seeing redemption for ourselves, our families, Klal Yisrael, and the world.

Yesterday Morning


Monday, November 11, 2013

We Won’t Be

Your secrets- buried in me,
will be buried with me
Though you will not be
buried next to me

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Community Matters

One way or another we find community in our lives, otherwise we suffer greatly.  O' chavrusa o' misusa.

I wrote this early this morning at home and forgot to post it.  Meanwhile I attended my school's open house and heard the incoming principal quote this article, in which someone from Harvard's school of economics says that community matters.

Thoughts On Teaching and Life

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.

Shabbos was wonderful, spent time with some of my favorite, most amazing people- a dear family I've seen (mostly) grow (and sometimes shrink) for many (20+) years.

Someone over Shabbos mentioned how smart a shul was for using in a Chesed day ad the expression "a day of thanks and giving." I thought it was clever.  And then I passed by a clothing store with a flyer in the window announcing another project with the same slogan.

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The above was written on the other other side of this morning, last night.  Now it's 6:20 AM and to the best of my knowledge the next minyan available is at 7:20.

I woke up early, even though I set Snoozester to call me at a more timely time, and when I awoke my clock, still on old time had me think that it was time to get up.  But I was an hour ahead of schedule.

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As I type, Hashika by Kol Achai plays on my Ipad.  I wish I could find it online and share it with you, it's beautiful.

A couple of months ago I called someone and when they asked where i was I said that I was doing school work in a Starbucks.  They had trouble understanding the concept of preferring not to do work at home, because it's harder to get things done at home. What do you think of that concept? It comes to mind now because I've been out of my home all day, and I like it that way- particularly on a Sunday.

It's almost 7 though and I think it's soon time to go home.  But first one or two more work emails...

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Something went slightly awry with blogger today, so there arew a few posts on top of eachother with pieces from earlier and later together.  This is, in part because of blogger, and my not being able to access some things I'd drafted from other computers.

It's now 8:48 PM and I am about to share information that I don't know that anyone needs to know.  I'm wearing a new white shirt.  And it got a little black spot on it (a smudge that came from a candle I have burning).  So I used my tide stick, and in a minor freak accident I poked a whole in the fabric while trying to rub out the stain.  I don't think I'm comfortable wearing it with this little hole.  Gam zu letovah.

In a lot of posts that I wrote when I visited my dad I put the words "you can't go home again." Originally this was because this seemed relevant, then there came an added reason, so that one day I could easily search and find those posts.  It's been about 6 months since I've been to my father's house.  He's presently staying in my brother's home after being in the hospital and rehab.  Let's all hope for continued improvement for my miracle man dad- Binyamin ben Chanah. I'm not sue that the search thing worked. These are the posts that come up when those words are searched.

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9:26 PM - Going to call it a night.  I am grateful to G-d for my life, for this night.

Here's the start of a poem, that I've been working on- thinking about my little town:

Today I'll bus it back to Bayside
Bike to Baskin Robins or Carvel
Check in with The Dimes Savings Bank
Sit by Alley Pond with a Rav Kook book

I'll go to a bazaar in The Gold Room
Take a Karate class while I'm there
Visit upstairs where I went to first grade
Even use the Young Israel to pray in...

Saturday, November 09, 2013

Theirs Is a Foreign Language to Me

These “kind, down to earth” ones
They make me run to hide inside
“Easy going and open minded?”
Outside their profile, narrow eyed.

Stop, Drop, Roll




Thursday, November 07, 2013

Vayeitzei's Theme of Stone

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.

Yaakov sleeps on stones, then has a dream. When he wakes up he declares that he is in a place where G-d is. He makes the stone he slept on into an altar and declares that if G-d stays with him he will make the stone into a pillar in the House of G-d. A scene that follows features a well covered with a stone so heavy that a crowd of shepherds must gather together to remove it. Yaakov, after seeing Rochel, removes the stone by himself. Upon leaving Lavan's house Yaakov suggests that he and Lavan make a brit/covenant and the sign of the pact that he chooses is a stone.

The midrash says that Yaakov put together many stones to sleep on and they fought over who should have the prestige of having Yaakov rest on them. G-d then turned the many stones into one. This story is about fragmentation being transformed into unity. Perhaps Yaakov took the merging of the rocks as something that fit with the dream that he had awakened from and that's why he doesn't comment on it. Or, he doesn’t notice the change of the stones because it now blends into the theme of this place- divinity and oneness. This fits with the fact that Yaakov builds a matzeivah type of altar, which is from one stone, in contrast to the more common mizbeach, of several stones.

The Rashbam suggests that the reason why the shepherds kept the well covered with one giant stone was that they mistrusted each other. Their set up meant that they could only remove the rock all together. The stone thus represents the disunity that existed between them and also the unity that they needed to compose as the only was for any of them to get water from the well. On the other hand Yaakov was overwhelmed by a sense of connection upon seeing Rachel. The feeling that he'd met his soul mate gave him the strength to lift the stone all alone, and it filled him with the urge to remove something that was in place only due to disunity.

When Yaakov sees Rachel he cries. He has just been moved by a sense of oneness with his wife to be. And yet he cries out of the angst ridden existential realization that they would be together in life, separated by death. The pact between Yaakov and Lavan over a stone represents that whether or not they could stay together depended on whether they could connect or not. If disparity between them was inevitable then it was best that they go their separate ways.

Like so many things in life, stones can be positive or negative. They are not intrinsically bad or good, they can be used constructively or destructively by people. A lesson to be learned from the theme of stones in Parshat Vayeitzei.

Rabbi Dovid Miller also points out the theme of evehn - stone - in Vayeitzei. He notes that it continues into Vayishlach when Yaakov makes a matzeivah from an evehn. The word is used again in his brachah for Yosef. The word evehn appears for the first time in the Torah in connection with Yaakov.

Avraham's focus was on influencing people - chesed. Yitzchak was about depth, as represented by his digging of wells. This represents inner directed correction - gevurah. Yaakov was about tikkun olam. The stone is the basic building block of the world. The Medrash Rabbah says that because Yaakov was called Evehn Yisrael we merited getting the Torah, written on an evehn. He's about Torah. Kedosheinu Kedosh Yaakov. He's about elevating the world.

Perhaps Yitzchak wanted to give the physical brachot to Eisav because Yaakov was spiritually inclined. What Rivkah got was that Yaakov was about elevating the physical into the spiritual and holy.

This explains Yaakov's dream. The ladder, as Nefesh haChayim points out, represents man's soul which connects two worlds. Man also elevates the world; that's the concept of evehn Yisrael. Thus Yaakov was able to keep the Torah under Lavan, as that was his specialty- elevating even the most physical.

Rabbi Israel Miller said that G-d told Yaakov to leave Charan when he started having physically oriented dreams about sheep. Mesilat Yesharim says that once a person rules over himself then he can then elevate the world. This is Yaakov, as represented by the stones of Yaakov and the way they united to be used for holy service.

Wednesday, November 06, 2013

On VaYeitzei

Tomorrow morning at minyan I hope to speak about the double use of vayeitei and vayeileich:

An unusual phraseology is employed in the opening line of Parshat VaYeitzei. Instead of simply stating one or the other, we are told that Yaakov both left Be'er Sheva and that he went towards Charan. The Maggid of Dubno, as well as the Beis HaLeivi, points out that sometimes in life you leave a place because you have to get away from there, while other times the key is that you have to go somewhere and the only way to get there is by leaving the place you're in. Here, Ya'akov needed to do both, leave and go. In fact, he was fulfilling a mitzvah, the mitzva of kibud av va'eim, with each of these actions.

A friend of mine once chastised me for always thinking that a practical, moral lesson must be gleaned from explanations of pesukim. Well, that's my story, and I'm sticking to it. So what is the lesson of this observation about VaYeitei and VaYeileich?

Another friend said that in life you always win while losing at the same time. The thing is that it's better if you can win and win. But is that possible? Here, Yaakov won doubly by the effects of his actions, and sometimes we can too.

The mishnah in Avot says "Hevei goleh limkom Torah" - "Exile yourself to a place of Torah". There are two halves here. There's hevei goleh, and there's limkom Torah. Getting away from bad influences is one half while going to positive ones is the other required piece if we seek spiritual success. For example, the practice of going to Israel to learn is a fulfilment of getting away from the bad and immersing in the good, of "Hevei goleh limkom Torah".

On a broader scale there is the concept of "sur meirah va'asei tov", "keep away from bad and do good" (as put by David HaMelech). As much as possible in life in all we do we should be separating our selves from the negative roadblocks and soaking in the positive influences hiding everywhere.

May G-d bless us with success in emulating Yaakov our father in effectively departing and going at the same time.

On Cruelty and Kindness

“Evil almost always starts with small cruelties.” 

In my academic guidance counselor role, I've brokered discussions about how to answer an essay question.  Some students feel compelled to not take a side, reminding me a bit of me when my fifth grade teacher had us all go around the room and say what we'd do if our house caught on fire. I said that it was impossible to answer honestly, as- given the stress level of that situation how could one know what one would do? She went around the whole room and then came back to me and had me give an answer like everybody else, claiming to know what noble or not so noble act we'd do. And yet that's the name of the essay game- buy into the question by taking one side and going with it.  It's like in debate leagues when you don't know what side you're arguing until right before the competition begins.  

The above quote struck me. While there are two sides to every story I'm, for the purpose of this post, taking on the viewpoint of Will Schwalbe. I've seen evidence in my lifetime to support the theory that evil lives in "small cruelties." And I wonder if cruelty is like a crumb.  A crumb is a crumb, if you split a crumb in half you don't have half a crumb, just a crumb. A small act of cruelty is not small, it's just another act of cruelty.

Years ago I heard a rebbe speak about being at the kotel for the communal birchat kohanim at Sukkos time. Many people speak of the beauty of this event.  He did too.  he also noticed something else. After the event there were less than enough buses.  And there was a big crowd.  And he saw with his own eyes a young man knock and old woman to the ground.  And he saw the old woman pick herself up and spit in the face of the young man.  At that moment he thought was taken by the contrast between the achdus that the event was meant to cultivate and the lack of unity on display as crowds fought to get on the number one bus.  And when I heard this I was struck by how evil can exist in the seemingly small acts of anyone.

Long before I read this quote I realized that evil is not just a large scale phenomenon but is something that lives in the small actions of any human being.  Anyone can be evil, so be careful.

When I started writing this piece I thought that it would be longer, but now I think I've gone as far as I'm going to go with it for now.  If you read it and have a thoughtful comment to make, please- make my day. Let's together try to live out the opposite of evil through little actions and big ones that are good, true, and kind.

I Shall Not Live In Vain

I've quoted this many times before.  It is very meaningful to me.  May we all be so blessed, today and always.

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

- Emily Dickinson

Tuesday, November 05, 2013

On Writing

"Good poems begin in Kansas, and end in Oz." - Billy Collins

Monday, November 04, 2013

GNAGB

Good night and G-d bless
Sometimes I write boldly
Sometimes softly with "may"
Depending on how He moves me

Good night and G-d bless
I write with gratefulness
That G-d blessed me with the 
Ability to hope He blesses you

Good night and G-d bless
I write again and again
Sometimes as a rough draft
Sometimes as a gentle wind

- Me (Neil Fleischmann)

One who prays well becomes a true prayer.

Prayer For A Day Of Goodness, Kindness, Meaning, and Positive Accomplishment (And And And)

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. '

Modern and recent as it is, I like blogging.  I find it somewhat old school traditional; feels like home.  And so, I'm choosing this venue to post a little prayer for you and me and everyone for a great day.

Sunday, November 03, 2013

F-E-A-R Has Two Meanings:

Forget
Everything
And
Run 

or

Face
Everything
And
Rise

All in the Family Free Verse


Archie: You ain’t yet explained to me 
what’s all the attraction with the Catholics?

Edith: They have lots of interesting things – 
like those confessionals right in the church. 
They’re like telephone booths to God.

Gloria: Ma, that’s very poetic.

Archie: What the hell’s poetic about it, 
I didn’t hear nothing rhyme?

Quote For A Sunday Afternoon in November

“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 wonder if any of us can get how much our appearing in some one's life affects them.  This can be true about generally being in someone's life, but I'm thinking now about something else. I'm thinking of when we're not always there in someone's day to day and then we appear.  We need to think this through carefully.


It could be something seemingly small like an email to someone under us at work who we never write and then we do.  How will they feel when they see an email from us? How kind and gentle should we/can we be? More-so there are people who we've known through social settings that time has taught us it's best we keep a low profile in regard to.  How much emotion will a simple "like" on Facebook - from us tgo them or them to us -  prompt? Not to mention a call from out of the blue. Or a comment on a blog post.


I never know if a poem I share is relevant or not, related to my post or not (or is it that I always know and just say I don't know?):


Special Glasses
By Billy Collins

I had to send away for them
because they are not available in any store.


They look the same as any sunglasses
with a light tint and silvery frames,
but instead of filtering out the harmful
rays of the sun,
they filter out the harmful sight of you --
you on the approach,
you waiting at my bus stop,
you, face in the evening window.

Every morning I put them on
and step out the side door
whistling a melody of thanks to my nose
and my ears for holding them in place, just so,

singing a song of gratitude
to the lens grinder at his heavy bench
and to the very lenses themselves
because they allow it all to come in, all but you.
How they know the difference
between the green hedges, the stone walls,
and you is beyond me, 

yet the schoolbuses flashing in the rain
do come in, as well as the postman waving
and the mother and daughter dogs next door, 

and then there is the tea kettle
about to play its chord—
everything sailing right in but you, girl.

Yes, just as the night air passes through the screen,
but not the mosquito,
and as water swirls down the drain,
but not the eggshell,
so the flowering trellis and the moon
pass through my special glasses, but not you.


Let us keep it this way, I say to myself,
as I lay my special glasses on the night table,
pull the chain on the lamp,
and say a prayer—unlike the song—
that I will not see you in my dreams.

The Three Oddest Words

By Wislawa Szymborska


When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.

When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.

When I pronounce the word Nothing,
I make something no non-being can hold.

Shavuah Ohr

I.  Shortly After Shabbos

Here's a Toldot DT of mine, it was also - I think - in this week's issue of my school's DT newsletter. Shabbos ended not long ago.  I called dad and got his voice-mail. I'm sitting now with Yoni Rechter singing "Shoov Hi Kan" to me on Spotify.  Shabbos did a good job of helping the intense week fade away and now Shabbos herself is starting to fade and the new week is coming along. The station I made is supposed to be in the style of C Lanzbom guitar music but it came out being Israeli songs.  Just now a guitsr instrumental of Hava Nagila came on (by Lana Ross) and it is beautiful.  It's one of those songs, like so many things in life, that is gorgeos and yet it is not often presented in its most flattering manner.  But when it is- wow.

I read and discussed some nice Torah over Shabbos.  I don't recall exactly who said what.  Here are some of the ideas on Toldot.  

Yaakov in taking what was rightfully his caused pain to Yitzchak and to Eisav.  Sometimes in life we do what is morally right and must be done.  And yet there's a piece of it that's wrong and there's a price to pay for that.  This happens to aakov here and again later, again in connection to his disconnection from Eisav: Rabbi Ephraim Poliakoff says that Yaakov was right in keeping Dina from Eisav and yet there was a price to pay for the fact that - even though it nwas the right thing to do - he his Dina from Eisav.  It's like a treatment for cancer (r"l) which is the right thing to do but comes with it's own price tag.  There's a lot to think about here, how in life we often win and lose at the same time. We don't what's right yet we need to pay a price for making the right, hard call.

"Don't wait for inspiration, be the inspiration." Just came accross this quote.  I love quotes.  And yet, one has to be careful with quotes.  When I was a kid I'd rip the back page out of my dad's Forbes magazines.  That page was called Thoughts on the Business of Life and it was a collection of quotes about life.  It was the one thing in the magazine that interested me.  And so I saved thos pages.  My dad saw me one time and said, "You know, Neil, life is more than a collection of nice quotes."  And I told him, "That's a great quote, dad." (I didn't really say that.) I quoted this recently in the first of my weekly Mishmar series (now entering its fifth week) and tied it in with the question of why Avot starts with a chain of tradition.  I think, perhaps, this chain of tradition appears before Avot to remind us that how to act properly, how to be our highest level of ourselves goes back to Har Sinai.  The sayings of Avot are not just quotes off the tongues of men but are part of the tradition of our holy, divine Torah.

II. 10:25 PM, Soon To Be An Hour Earlier.  

I thank G-d for being the age I am.  The fact that I've lived long enough to have accomplished an amount of things that add up and are are hard to deny is a good thing.  I sometimes underestimate and undersell myself.  It's one of my avodas in life, to learn to see the good in myself, to accept it, to know it, the way others do when they experience me. 

The following note was given to me a week ago   My friends are incredible people.  At the Friday night meal for their son's Bar Mitzvah the place cards were small envelopes   Inside each envelope was a personalized note of great kindness and gratitude for each guest at the meal.  I'm sharing mine here in part to acknowledge that it's real.  Also, when these friends got married they gave me a leather bound Artscroll siddur. It came with a card that I taped in the cover of the siddur and reread regularly.  My dear friend wrote about how he remembered well how we first met in high school and how glad he was that we were life long friends. I cherished that note. In time it slipped out and was lost.  I'm saving the words of this one here, in addition to saving the actual card:

Dear Neil,

We are honored and touched that you have joined us for Aryeh's bar mitzvah.  None of this would be happening if not for you. Although you might have set us up as a "fluke," we belive that you have some level of ruach hakodesh: How else to explain the extraordinary impact you have on so many people, and the piercing sensitivity, insight, and wisdom you possess. We stand in awe of your accomplishments and your unfailingly gentle and kind demeanor.  May Hashem bless you with all the good that you deserve.

Mindy and Seth and Family

I spent some time over Shabbos going through my bookshelves.  I hadn't looked at Rabbi Ebner's poetry in a while.  I revisited this one, which I'm glad I shared here. I love poetry.  I was looking through other poetry books and spent some time with Billy Collins.  Every time I think I know his really good ones I find ones that jump up and hit me anew.  This one reminded me of a recent test question I asked that some students had a hard time with.  I taught them that the Ramban was unique as a rishon because he approaches the theme of the prshaf rather than just looking at each pasuk in a vacuum.  I taught it because we already saw that it's true because the Ramban is the only commentary to start not with pasul alef but before pasuk alef, with an introduction.  I think they're not familiar with the concept of a theme. 

III. 12:30 AM/11:30 PM And Beyond On New Time

I had an intense, rich, exciting, fulfilling, and meaningful week. Taught my 15 classes, worked  on and went on 2 chesed trips,  had 3 guidance department meetings, met with and dealt with the issues of many of my caseload (of 60ish) students and their parents and teachers, tutored and talked through issues with kids from my classes outside of class, sent update emails to the parents of all of my 70 students and followed up on them, marked and returned tests and quizzes, prepared lessons, met with our director of technological education, met with several teachers- prominently a teacher who will be hosting me to perform in her English class, prepared with team for upcoming poetry slam, planned for upcoming improv session this Tuesday night, prepared and taught Mishmar class after school on Thursday night.  In between I tried to be a good human being and a good Jew, keeping up my responsibilities in both realms.  Also, spoke to my dad and told him I loved him every day, and spoke with my brother about his upcoming wedding for his daughter (he asked me to walk my father down, get a black suit, and to accompany dad and care for him at the aufruf) , did some learning and writing- in particular a piece for Be'er Shavua (did some breathing and exercising and sleeping and eating and tooth brushing) and kept up a bit of human connection outside of work.  I mention this all because late at night on Motzai Shabbos I find myself looking over emails and lining up emails and calls and meetings I need to do. Hayom katzar vehamelacha merubah...

Here's another Collins poem that recently struck me.  This feels universal to me, someone we wish we could block out of our life and our dreams.

IV. A Pre Sleep Poem- Good Night and G-d Bless

I just found a prompt to write a poem about fear.

Rav Nachman Said That The Key Is Not To Be Afraid

I wonder if he was a painfully shy and sad kid
I wonder if he was bad at sports and chosen last
I wonder if he felt supported and safe at home
I wonder if he knew how hard the next step is
I wonder if he had a job and a boss and consumers
I wonder if his doctor told him he must lose weight
I wonder if he saw his parents grow old and sick
I wonder what his physical/mental health was like
I wonder if he ever wondered about who he was
I wonder if he ever felt so alone he wanted to cry
I wonder if he felt he had many things he could lose
I wonder if he would have helped me be less afraid
I wonder if I can get this key and unlock my fears

Saturday, November 02, 2013

Theme

By Billy Collins

It's a sunny weekday in early May
and after a ham sandwich
and a cold bottle of beer on the brick terrace,

I am consumed by the wish
to add something
to one of the ancient themes —

youth dancing with his eyes closed,
for example,
in the shadows of corruption and death,

or the rise and fall of illustrious men
strapped to the turning
wheel of mischance and disaster.

There is a slight breeze,
just enough to bend
the yellow tulips on their stems,

but that hardly helps me
echo the longing for immortality
despite the roaring juggernaut of time,

or the painful motif
of Nature's cyclical return
versus man's blind rush to the grave.

I could loosen my shirt
and lie down in the soft grass,
sweet now after its first cutting,

but that would not produce
a record of the pursuit
of the moth of eternal beauty

or the despondency that attends
the eventual dribble
of the once gurgling fountain of creativity.

So, as far as the great topics go,
that seems to leave only
the fall from exuberant maturity

into sudden, headlong decline —
a subject that fills me with silence
and leaves me with no choice

but to spend the rest of the day
sniffing the jasmine vine
and surrendering to the ivory governance

of the piano by picking out
with my index finger
the melody notes of "Easy to Love,"

a song in which Cole Porter expresses,
with put-on nonchalance,
the hopelessness of a love

brimming with desire
and a hunger for affection,
but met only and always with frosty disregard.

Quote of the Day

"You can't know what an experience will mean to future you until you are future you."