Eating Vegan for the Nine Days

Tisha b'Av,  the ninth day of the Hebrew month of Av,  is a day of mourning that commemorates the destruction of the first and second Temples and other calamities in Jewish history. Tisha b'Av is one of the fast days in the Jewish calendar and the nine days that precede it are days of mourning and preparation. There are restrictions about activities of pleasure, laundering your clothes, and it is traditional to not eat meat nor drink wine. This year for the nine days leading up to Tisha b'Av I decided to go on a strictly vegan diet. 

Part of preparation this year was shopping for the 9 days on Rosh Chodesh Av.

The nine days are all about preparation and mine is to do research, read text and then meditate. Whatever day I am observing may be the same each year but I am not. I have changed and so each time I observe I need to see how it fits in with where I am now. One phrase that struck me this year in my reading was that Tisha b'Av is not known about nor observed by many Jews. I wondered if, for those who are aware and yet not observing, is it the mourning part that is not meaningful or interesting? Tisha b'Av comes in the summer after all and who wants to focus on sadness and destruction when for many it is their time for vacation, go to the beach or just relax.  Or maybe it is the destruction of the Temples that is hard to relate to either because it is seems so long ago and too far away? 

During the 9 days I learned how to make no vinegar lacto-fermented pickles.

I let all my info and thoughts just sit and mentally ferment. Tick, tock, I was awaiting a revelation or insight on another way to see the Temple. "Turn it, and turn it, for everything is in it. Reflect on it and grow old and gray with it" Rabbi Ben Bag Bag is quoted in Pirke Avot 5:22. That is just what I did here and then came the light. Of course I could balance the Temples built in Jerusalem of stone with my own personal temple of blood, muscle and bone. I would mourn the destruction of the Temple that has happened in the past with the destruction of my own personal temple happening in the present. Plus instead of just mourning my own temple's neglect I would use the nine days to cleanse it as in the Hanukkah story. Now where would I take my inspiration or direction for cleansing? 

Once during the nine days I was served a delicious vegan Indian style tofu at Kayam Farms.

I continued to channel Rabbi Ben Bag-Bag. What about if I used the very first chapter of the first book of the Torah where in B'reishet (Genesis) it says: 

²⁹ God said, "See, I give you every seed-bearing plant that is upon all the earth, and every tree that has seed-bearing fruit; they shall be yours for food. ³⁰ And to all the animals on land, to all the birds of the sky, and to everything that creeps on earth, in which there is the breath of life, [I give] all the green plants for food." And it was so. 

This text would be my kavanah, my intention or direction of the heart. For the nine days I would cleanse my body temple by not only eliminating meat and wine per tradition from my meals but also any animal products or food containing animal products. Yes for the nine days I would observe a strictly vegan diet as it seems to be what was originally intended at least according to the Torah. As I observed this diet and dealt with changes in meal planning, shopping and eating out I would use it as sparks to reflect on how I could better treat this body temple. 

I baked these vegan challah rolls using flax meal instead of eggs as a binder.

At the end of each day I reflected and wrote about the experience posting those thoughts on Facebook. I am not going to reproduce everything but here are a few observations. The experience seemed to be one of those where you think "why haven't I done this before. It seems so obvious?!" My usual diet is a lacto-ovo pesco vegetarian diet of dairy, eggs, fish etc. with some "happy" or free-range kosher meat thrown in here and there. Now it is clear how much I depend on dairy and eggs for the large part of my meals. I need to work on making each meal more about the vegetables. Those nine days were the hardest when I wasn't making my own meals. When I have traveled to Asian countries vegetables really take center stage even in the morning but that isn't true here. As with my own meals meatless meals may have veggies but most also have cheese, eggs or both as well.  I am going to try and be more diligent about providing vegetables for myself when I eat and getting veggies into the main ring for others too. 

The land of milk and honey? Here are some of the milk replacements I tried.

Eating vegan for the nine days didn't make me a vegan for life however it certainly gave me something to thing about. Who knows but that I may incorporate eating vegan if not totally then perhaps now and then. We shall see.

Transformations

(the early morning sky outside Union Station train station in Washington, DC)

Transformations. I have always loved the time of sunrise and sunset partly because of the way the sky gets transformed. It may be colors, or perhaps with clouds or just that the light seems unique and special. I am thinking about transformations in this moment for several reasons. One is that I called in a kitchen designer to help me transform my kitchen. It isn't  as though this just came to me. As with most of my decisions I think about them and hold them in my head, hands and heart until some inner voice says "go".The final deciding factor about the kitchen was that the dish washer stopped working a year ago and 3 of my 4 stove tops stopping working too. Kind of a fun challenge to have dinner parties and figure out the menu and cooking order with just a working oven and one stove cooker.

 (Clay pots formed but not finished at the Indians at Acoma, NM)

The second thing that has me focusing on transformations is my work. At the end of the school year our director announced that everyone would be moving to a new classroom. I started thinking of what I could get rid of just as one does in any move. I thought about what might I would want to do to the new space, change it, alter it and/or add to it. I even began sitting in the new space to get the feeling of it in my bones. Now it seems we may not move at all. We may just stay in the same classroom however I have all this great moving energy created and I don't want to waste it. So today I started moving that energy and eye back on my regular classroom asking the same questions that I asked about the new classroom. What would make being in the classroom better for others (the students and parents)? What would make being in the classroom better for my assistant and I?

(Two finished clay pieces from the Indians of Acoma, NM that I purchased)

The third thing that has me thinking about transformations is death. Seven years ago on Tuesday my good friend Lisa Kapin died at the age of 42 of cancer. My friend Sue Fendrick's brother Alan Fendrick just died of cancer at the age of 48. Sue has been writing of her experience of going on without her brother. As I read the her posts I reflect on my own experiences with death, of my father, of my cousin and of my friends. I think about my reactions to those deaths and what happened to me as a result. When I studied Jewish chant with Rabbi Shefa Gold she would tell us to notice how a chant had changed us. She would say to ask yourself this question in the silence after the chant,  to ask yourself what has changed from how you were before you began the chant and how has the chant changed you. It is good to ask yourself that question I think. Transformations.

Sophie Silfen; Living a life of Intention

This brief piece of writing is dedicated to Sophie Silfen who died in her sleep at the age of 97 just two weeks ago. I met Sophie when I began working at Gan HaYeled pre-school. She volunteered every Monday as a helper in the Triangle class with Mary Lynn. Sophie would greet the children as they came, set up cups and napkins for snack and wash the dirty dishes afterwards. When noon came she would leave and go on to whatever she had planned for the rest of her day. Sophie was not interested in getting her photo taken but I managed twice to get her to pose for me; once when she was wearing some pearls and once on a motorcycle during our school Truck day. I managed to take a photo of her hugging the children when she wasn't looking.

Sophie was born in New York city in 1913. She spent 23 years in the army and retired as a Master Sergeant. For most of the 14 years I knew her Sophie lived by herself in an apartment not too far from synagogue and not too far from where I live. We often met on the L2 bus en route to work or when I would be coming home. I know Sophie came to Adas Israel to be part of the prayer minyan at least once a week and to volunteer to answer phones at the front desk on Sundays. One time she listed all the places where she volunteered, going somewhere different everyday. She would tell me about swimming laps early in the morning at the local college pool and going for movies or lectures at the Library of Congress. There were also the bus trips on Greyhound taken to New York city to visit her "baby" sister and the occasional flight when she was invited for a bar or bat mitzvah.

I never heard Sophie complain and never heard her say she was going to do something she didn't do. Everyday was a day to be lived, to make a plan and then follow through. Don't think about doing but just do it. Once when I mentioned watching something on TV she told me she was too busy to bother with television so she didn't own one. Sophie never married but she touched so many children's lives and so many adults as well. If I can live my life with as much intention as Sophie and as fully as she did, it will be a blessed life. Sophie Silfen, your memory is indeed a blessing.

DLTI-6; Shabbat Kodesh (holy shabbas)

Another blog entry begun with good intentions to post immediately but needing days to truly reflect and finish. So I am now back in DC as I but I really wanted to write about our first DLTI-6 holy shabbas while everything is fresh in my mind. I have decided to leave the verb tenses just as they where when I wrote each section of this post and I hope it won't bother you.

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Oh my gosh, it is Saturday night after an incredible havdallah and there are lots of goodbyes going on even though most of us won’t be leaving until tomorrow after lunch. Of course I realize I am ahead of myself so let me go back. Yesterday we all gathered before the sun set, most of us dressed in white, at the main building to light candles. That is me and my room mate in the photo above. There were several trays of tea lights on a table and we moved up in little waves to take turns lighting and saying the b’racha. After we headed over to the synagogue to begin kabbalat Shabbat which was led by Reb Marcia, Reb Shawn, Hazzan Jack and a woman named Ronit.

When I tell you there was lots of music and dancing for kabbalat Shabbat I have to add that the singing is extra special. Normally when you pick a tune to sing chances are some people will know it and some will learn it and some won't do either. Here people either know the tunes or are enthusiastic to try and learn because of course it is a select group. There are also many students with fine singing voices which is another plus. The sound wraps around and over and even goes through you. Occasionally we move from loudly spiritual to just loud however it is coming from a soul full place. By the way since it was Shabbat I couldn’t take photos so instead I decided to put photos here that were taken this week. Many of them are of our meals and the book, siddur or chumash I was reading at the time. I hope you will enjoy looking at the meal photos as much as I enjoyed the holy eating!

Forgot to mention about the eruv here at Isabella Freedman. In case you don’t know about an eruv, it is an enclosure around a home or community. It enables the carrying of objects out of doors for Jews on shabbat that would otherwise be forbidden by Torah law. Without an eruv, Torah-observant Jews would be unable to carry things in their pockets making it difficult for many to leave home. In public areas where it is impractical to put up walls, doorways are made out of rope and posts. It was announced at lunch that some guests may not have realized that the ropes were part of the eruv for they had put wet swimsuits on it to dry mistaking it for a clothesline. It was requested the suits come off and that no one else put clothes on the eruv. At the time of the announcement I hadn't really noticed how the eruv here was set up. Later when I took a walk I could see why some would take it for a clothesline.

The services, both daily and shabbat, whether led by DLTI students or by our holy teachers are open to anyone who is attending the center. At kabbalat shabbat I found myself looking around at the faces of some non-DLTI people in the synagogue and wondered how they were finding it. I thought most of the kabbalat service was fairly traditional and comfortable. After having spent years praying from various siddurim I now use a small hand sized Artscroll Interlinear. It has the English directly underneath the Hebrew, going in the same right to left direction and the font is bigger than the standard Artscroll. It makes it easy for me to look at the meaning of a Hebrew word I don't know plus the smallish size makes it easy to hold in my hands. When I go to services where they are using a different siddur I will hold mine and put the other one on a chair beside me in case of additions not in mine. For kabbalat Shabbat we were using the siddur that Reb Marcia has written and most everyone was using it.

After services we had a lovely dinner with wine, challah and chicken. The place was packed and the ruach was high. We were so excited I think because of our intense week together and after birkat hamazon some headed for the couches to continue talking while others, like myself headed off a wonderful sleep. In the morning I had intentions to go to an early morning movement class. Instead I went over to the dock and watched the sun come up over the trees shining on the mist on the lake water. God feels so close. God is so close. In the cabins all around you know are the sleeping souls of DLTI students and others who have come to the retreat, so you aren't really alone. So peaceful. Some of the geese were sitting on the dock with me and I looked through my Kol Zimra book of chants trying to find one that was happy in the spirit for Shabbat. “Sasson v'simcha yimtza bah, todah v'kol zimra” (gladness and joy shall abide there, thanksgiving, and the sound of music) was the one I picked. I sent the sound over the lake all the way to the red yurt where the movement class was being held. it wasn’t until Reb Marcia did her d'var Torah later in the morning that I discovered this chant was the last line of today’s haftorah! Talk about a “wow” moment.

Shabbas morning prayer was glorious and my channel to the Divine was open and clear. There was no taping allowed and I am finding it hard to remember exactly what we did other than that it was Reb Marcia and Hazzan Jack that led. Ahhhh. There was only one small thing that happened that gave me any reason for regret and that was during the torah service. In case you haven't experienced Jewish Renewal aliyot one of the leaders or readers will give a summary of the part next being read and have then ask for people to come up that feel this is speaking to them. I had just assumed I would go up for one of the aliyot. After all it was our first DLTI shabbat together and the parsha was so rich. However the kavannot turned out to be so specific that I couldn't find my way into one and I didn't go up. While I felt sad about this later on one of the other students mentioned that because the kavannot had been so specific she HAD gone up. The same words were heard and yet we had two entirely different responses to them. A reminder that this reaction will be found in any congregation or group we might lead. Part of the training then, for me anyway, will be to figure out how to include as many as possible whether it be with song, silence, aliyot etc.

The weather was perfect, sunny but not too hot and with a cool breeze. We had a nice lunch and I was torn between sleeping, swimming and hiking to the overlook. I weighed over each possible choice deciding I could always sleep or swim. The eruv doesn't go that far so I went and left all of my things in my room. When I couldn't find anyone to walk with I left word with several people including my room mate where I was going just in case I had any trouble. I walked and sang going past the red yurt and onto the path into the trees. The first section of the path has moss on the ground, the second has grass and leaves and the last part is just pine needles. I climbed up and up with Aharon, Moshe and Ezekiel coming to mind. Would there be a chariot awaiting me when I stepped out into the light or a notice from Hashem that my time was up? I saw the big flat stones and as I walked out the sound of a small plane engine caught my ear and the red color of the plane caught my eye. The plane came straight towards the overlook. My body froze for what seemed like forever but was only a moment. Then the plane swooped up and to the left. The sun was hot and my view was of green pastures, roads and houses. In my hands I was holding gratitude.

I meditated for 30 minutes and then descended back into the cool woods. When I was half way down the path I saw two others on their way up. For a moment I thought of climbing back up, realized I didn't have time and continued down. Just as well since the mincha service was soon to start. It proved to be lovely. I really have enjoyed the week of student services as they tell you so much about the leader. The day had been so restful but the energy started gearing up as we first ate dinner and then went to the synagogue where Yofiyah was leading an hour of her Jewish kirtan chants. If you aren't familiar with her music you can search for it on the web. Kirtan is devotional call and response chants. A friend took me to see Yofiyah in DC several years ago and not only did I buy an album but began using her "Oseh Shalom" chant in my Tot Shabbat services. Yofiyah and another girl sang while others including Jack played instruments.

When she was finished students took over to lead ma'ariv and then Reb Shawn directed us back to the main lounge so we could do havdalah. Reb Marcia led this service and all of us were holding hands or hugging as we smelled the spices and held our fingers up to catch the reflection of the candle light. Shavua tov, a good week, we said to each other. When Yonatan, who works at the center, came by I whispered to him that sadly Mashiach hadn't come. He whispered back that Mashiach is always here. Did I think that Mashiach was lazy? No, it isn't that Mashiach isn't here but only that we are not yet able to see him. The lights went on and out came ice cream and toppings. Yummy and a sweet way into the new week. For those who wanted there was an open mike night and though I had some thoughts of songs that would be fun to sing for the group I choose to sit and let the moments of the week seep into my bones. Shavua tov indeed. A good week.

DLTI-Food for the Body & Food for the Soul

I started writing this first DLTI retreat report Wednesday, Yom Revii, when the torah says God created the sun, moon and planets. Here it is almost shabbas and I am determined to finish the holy work (smile). Here at the Isabella Freedman Jewish Retreat Center there is no end to light being created, reflected and absorbed.

Light comes from the center itself which has a sign when you drive up saying “We are blessed by your arrival.” Imagine that everywhere you went you were welcomed in this manner. Something to think about. I may have to post such a sign on my door when I get home. The food served here is great and nutritious. Every meal includes fresh salad bar with lots of ingredients many of which are grown right here. Yummy breakfasts of fresh fruit, whole grains, French toast, pancakes, cereals. Lunch usually has a wonderful soup and fresh baked bread while dinners include Mexican tortillas, beans and rice and Indian veggies like dal. One night we even had this wonderful salmon. You many wonder about the importance I am placing on the meals but you can’t shine if you don’t have energy and that takes good fuel. Enough said.

Light comes from our teachers, Reb Marcia, Reb Shawn, and Hazzan Jack, each of whom push us to stretch our souls, our ideas and our confidence. Reb Marcia is teaching us to slow down, think about the words of prayers we recite and focus on opening the channel to the Divine. Reb Shawn has written a lot of liturgical music, plays guitar and is helpful in explaining how music can enhance or distract in the service. Jack is a talented hazzan, musician and not only knows the nusach but is able to show and teach it to us. The three of them overlap in helping us, prodding us and mentoring us. Of course there needs to be someone who makes sure all the other retreat and group “stuff” is gets down and Daniel, who is a doctor in his other life, is doing that, taking care of us in direct ways and being a listening ear when we need it.

Light is radiating out of my fellow DLTI students too. These 62 souls are as full of talent as the peach my holy brother Avishai picked me from one of the trees was full of juice. With such a big group I haven’t connected with everyone or even learned everyone’s name yet. Some are rabbis and cantors and some are on their way to being rabbis and cantors. We stood in a line according to age and discovered that one student is 20 and all the ages were covered up to 70ty. We are a mixture of professions and we are from the USA, Canada and beyond. It is wonderful to be among so many as interested in services and prayer as me and I am looking forward to getting to know everyone during these retreats.

This program focuses on prayer and prayer leadership skills so of course we students are leading most of the services. We received a sign-up sheet in an email and I quickly talked to my future DLTI room mate who lives near me and suggested we sign up for the first morning service. It seemed a good idea to seize the moment, carpe diem, and not wait to get assigned. She agreed and I immediately sent a note to Daniel. We were assigned the service as well as a third partner from Berkley. It was interesting but challenging to work in a partnership. I am used to leading services alone and not collaborating. In phone calls and emails we discovered many of our service ideas were 180 degrees different. How could we ever make this work? Each of us had something specific we wanted to lead or teach. We talked about what had to be included and what could be left out. We fought and compromised but the service we led was fantastic.

I led chanting with my shruti, my holy sister used her drum and led teachings and my holy brother did a wonderful seven directions movement prayer. The synagogue space is beautiful with lots of windows through which you see the trees and the sun. Yes back to the idea of light! It wasn’t perfect but if it was why would I be here? After we did the service we re-did it in a lab and Reb Marcia and Reb Shawn gave us ideas in what we could to improve. Each of the services has had a lab afterwards however the mincha and maariv labs were done only with the students involved while the shacharit labs are done in front of the whole group as a teaching tool. As confident as I am I will admit it was scary sitting in the hot seat with Reb Marcia as your prayer angel. I think I may have to make buttons with Reb Marcia and Reb Shawn’s faces on them and the words “I was blessed by Reb Shawn and Reb Marcia during a shacharit lab at DLTI-6”! Even if I did get a bit defensive and lost all my thoughts at one point I also learned a lot.

I haven’t finished but shabbas will be here in an hour and I have to go shower and get dressed. Hopefully these words carry joy and light and love to all of you who choose to read them.

DLTI-required reading and preparation

In less than two weeks I will be at the first week retreat of DLTI-6, Aleph's Davenning Leaders Training Institute the program with Rabbis Marcia and Shawn. I am excited about going for many reasons but two that come to mind are the learning possibilities as well as meeting some new spiritual companions. I thought I would write at least one post before I actually go to the retreat, something while at the retreat (if I have time) and then something afterwards when I have had a chance for the experience to soak and settle in. So much now is in my "head" as I imagine what MIGHT be all the while brushing thoughts out of my head as if I was meditating. I tell myself to simply let what comes come without over complicated expectations.

It is clear how the Aleph leadership views DLTI and what their goal is. It says in the acceptance letter sent to me by Rabbi Zevit "DLTI is an intense, creative, individually transformative and community-building process. The long days and combination of self-study and experiential learning makes physical, emotional, intellectual and spiritual demands on all participants while providing exposure to the deep structure of prayers, nusach, Torah leyning, conscious use of self, your own spiritual development and group dynamics. Our goal is to create prayerful community out of which our prayers arise – a dynamic model we hope you will bring back to your own community in whatever current or future leadership role you may have."

These words sounded good to me the first time I read them and they still sound good to me but what is my goal and how did I get here? Well I have found I like being surrounded by others interested in Jewish learning, leadership, spirituality and who make this a priority in their lives. Through years of discovery, trial and error, acceptance and rejection I have found what works for me in spiritual path, observance and practice. The French have an expression I love, "bien dans sa peau", literally translated as being "good in your skin" but which means you are comfortable with yourself. It is exactly how I feel; comfortable, solidly connected and yet open. I am connected to teachers and students some of whom I know personally and some that I only know in the pages of a book, in the words of a prayer, a chant or a teaching. By being open to the paths and practices of others I can refine what I already have and perhaps even add something new.

This will be the second group sponsored by Aleph that I have become a part of. For the last two years I participated in Kol Zimra 3 (KZ3), professional development for rabbis, cantors, lay Leaders and others led by Rabbi Shefa Gold and her husband Rachmiel that stresses the use of Jewish chant for worship, healing and community building. Rabbi Shefa says on her site that "The chant can attune us to ever-deepening levels of meaning, unlock the treasures of the heart, and give us an opportunity to generously serve each other." The program is one with a lot of heart and I was happy to see how to weave it into my davening. I came away with many chants, several friends, a new community and a love for the land of New Mexico where our retreats were held.

We stayed in a modest dwelling in Albuquerque near the Rio Grande and my bedroom window faced east towards the Sandia mountains. The word "sandia" means "watermelon" and at times the sun's rays would turn the mountain sides into the pink hue of this fruit. One of my favorite times to daven is at sunrise and I say this even though I am not by nature a morning person. Each day I would rise early, shower, make a cup of green tea and slice up an apple. I would take my food, siddur, tallit and tefillin out on the patio and watch the sun come up and color creep into the day. The added bonus was the multi colored hot air balloons that would go up in the sky along with the words of my prayers. Such a beautiful mixing of God's creations as well as the creations of people. As each retreat passed I had been wondering how I might continue my journey after KZ3 ended. DLTI was suggested to me by some of my new Jewish chanting friends who had attended in previous years. It seemed right and when my KZ3 room mate told me she was going and we could room together it just sealed the deal.

So much for the "how did I get here" part which literally could go on and on with so many stories. As I write this part of the blog post I sit in Borders book store with a medium skim latte, my Schottenstein Weekday siddur and three of the books from the DLTI required reading list beside my computer. I have to confess that it is the books that have gotten me excited to post. When accepted into Kol Zimra, Rabbi Shefa Gold suggested a reading list of which I only owned one title, "Jewish Spiritual Practices" by Yitzhak Buxbaum. I quickly purchased every book and added a new section to my Jewish library. That is not to say that every word of every book was a pearl (nor even to say that I have finished reading all of the books!) but I discovered wonderful books with with learnings on healing with sound that I had never been exposed to .

Now I find with DLTI there is once more a reading list, some required and some merely suggested. Interesting to note that so far there is no overlap from the KZ3 list however I already owned three of the required reading titles on the DLTI book list; "The Path of Blessing" by Rabbi Marcia Prager,

“My People’s Prayer Book-P’sukei D’Zimrah” by Lawrence Hoffman, and

“My People’s Prayer Book-The Sh’ma and its Blessings” by Lawrence Hoffman.

I had bought and read "The Path of Blessing" ten years ago and am curious to see how the re-reading of it goes. The other two I got as liturgy reference books. I immediately went and purchased several more of the "My People's Prayer Book" series, "The Art of Public Prayer" by Lawrence A. Hoffman, and "Making Prayer Real" by Rabbi Mike Comins.

At this point I have read more than 100 pages of "The Art of Public Prayer" and am finding his comments on signs versus symbols and worship systems fresh and interesting and overall the book is an easy read. "Making Prayer Real" is a series of essays and I am finding the candid attitude and open style of the various writers very accessible as well. What with all the book purchases I am definitely going to see what I might be able to get rid of to make room on my shelves. "The Path of Blessing" I have only begun to re-read, barely 30 pages done. I think it is the most mystical book so far with a language that borders on song or prose. I almost see Reb Marcia dancing or painting as I read the words. I wonder if it is the subject that makes for the difference or the attitude of the writers. I will compare what I read with the others and see what we come up with. In any case if I am excited about what I am reading that is good. Nothing worse than to have to struggle through page after page of a book you just can't find interesting.

The last part of the preparation is to work together with others to create a service. In order to increase our leadership and service skills everyone has to work together with other students and lead services for the rest of the group. There will be no solo led services which means you have to learn to work with others paring down what your prayer essentials are and attempt to make something harmonious. When I read we were going to have to do this I thought of it rather as a notice that if we didn't enlist in the "service" we would be "drafted" and much like the real thing we might not have much say about what we did. So I suggested to my room mate that rather than wait we just sign up immediately for the very first service open to student leadership which was the shacharit service of the morning after we arrived. Nothing like jumping in head first! We not only got what we wanted but received another student to work with.

That then is where I am, in the midst of text, in the midst of word and in the midst of service. I can't wait to see where it all leads.

In the Beginning: It Won't Be Perfect

I resisted the urge to blog for years partly because I know these posts can live forever and I wasn't sure such a lifetime was good for my thoughts. Never one to scratch my name on trees or bathroom walls or put my hand in newly poured cement to be sure someone knows I was here it just seemed ridiculous that what I had to say or what most people had to say needed to take up space.

Plus, I have never been great at spelling or grammar and so there it would be, all my errors hanging out waiting for someone to point out what was wrong. Yuck. Then I remembered getting a tour of the White House once when I was little. I can't tell you how old I was or what time of the year it was however I do remember that when the guard turned his head I took my hands and placed them on the wall. My fingerprints would be in the White House for all time was what I was thinking as I looked at where my hands had been. The guard hadn't been as distracted as I thought for he leaned down and whispered "you should know that we clean the walls." I wasn't heartbroken but annoyed that I wasn't as clever as I thought and sad that my attempt had failed. I guess I did want to leave my mark, my fingerprints somewhere. Interesting.

So what really changed my mind about blogging? The last couple of years of traveling to interesting places like Peru and Eastern Europe that friends enjoyed hearing about, my involvement with Rabbi Shefa Gold's Kol Zimra Jewish chanting program, my mom getting older and finally acceptance into Aleph's DLTI program. I actually had a couple of friends who requested that I blog about my experience of this last item and I as I started the required readings I found I had things to say. So there. I decided I did need a place to post some of my thoughts and I would just have to allow that it won't be perfect.

What to call the darn thing was my next problem. I eliminated anything too cute or too weird immediately. This space would be for me, Menuhah, to grow, to learn, to develop and to report on how the whole thing was going. Developing. I let the word roll about in my mind and then I even looked up the definition in my computer dictionary and found the following:

develop |diˈveləp|verb ( -veloped , -veloping )1 grow or cause to grow and become more mature, advanced, or elaborate .ORIGIN mid 17th cent.(in the sense [unfold, unfurl] ): from Frenchdévelopper, based on Latin dis- ‘un-’ + a second element of unknown origin

Perfect. Developing menuhah is a work in progress because mine, like most, is a life in progress and definitely not perfect. So be it.