Monday, October 19, 2015

לֶךְ-לְךָ, לילה Lech Lecha, Lailah -- Time to Go

My plan for Sunday was pretty simple. Rake some leaves, grocery shop, prepare Dragon Noodles for dinner, and watch the Colts v. Patriots and Cubs v. Mets simultaneously on my laptop and TV. I cracked open a new beer from Ballast Point and had my Twitter and Facebook feeds open for a little online rivalry-sparring with complete strangers.



Then my 12-year-old daughter received an urgent text from her very best friend, her soul sister.
Their dog Lailah was dying. Could Ellie come over right away?

I tried to get details -- did she mean dying right now? Are they at home? Are you sure her parents want you to come over? Are you sure you want to go....?

Yes, right now. 
Yes, they are at home.
Yes, she asked her parents.
Yes, I want to go. I have to go. My best friend is sad, so I am sad, too.

We have put down three pets since my daughter was born, but she hasn't been there for the euthanization of any of them.

It's a short drive to our friends' house, and Ellie and I were silent most of the way. I asked her if she knew what would happen if we were there when the dog was put down. She said she did.

I asked her what she was going to do to be a support to her friend. Be careful not to say this or that, I said. Maybe don't talk about A, B, and C. But she had it.

I'm just gonna be there, Mom Whatever she wants.

I told her she would be safe in following her instincts and her heart, and I knew that she also loved this dog, and that I would be there to support her. I'll just be there. Whatever you want.


Lech Lecha -- Go for You

You never know when the Torah portion of the week will coincide perfectly with the events in your life, or someone else's. 

In the first sentence of this week's Torah portion, God gives Abraham a command. "לֶךְ-לְךָ" literally "go for you". Get up, leave your current home, and go on a journey to the unknown. Don't worry, I've got your back, God tells Abraham. I'll show you where you're going (eventually) and there will be blessings for you and your family. You're leaving behind a lot, Abraham, but your time in this place is finished. And don't forget, this mysterious journey I'm sending you on isn't for me, it's for you. Go for you. Go for yourself.

From the time they are born, dogs are brought along on our journey. We adopt them, give them a name, bring them into our homes, and make all the decisions of where they can and cannot go. Inside, outside, in the car, on a road trip, for a hike, on a walk, camping in the wilderness... all of which offer varying levels of freedom, but never complete freedom. Chase the squirrel if you want, go for a dip in the stream, walk off the trail, but eventually your people will decide it's time to go home and you'll be getting back into the car.

I spent quite a bit of time with the dying dog last night. I petted her, stroked her face, talked to her about how her adventures were complete, and she'd done everything she needed to do. Time to go. Every now and then she would move her head a little, or twitch her eyebrows, and I didn't know if that meant "keep going," or "stop," but I kept going. More for me, perhaps. The silence was too much. I was choking on it.

I sang to her (Debbie Friedman's Lechi Lach, Esa Eynai, Misheberach, the Grateful Dead's Ripple, and my go-to lullaby/comfort song, Shlomo Carelbach's Besheim Hashem, which is about how none of us are ever journeying alone.) 



בשם השם אלוהי ישראל 
In the name of God, the God of Israel
מימיני מיכאל ומשמאלי גבריאל
 On my right is Michael, on my left is Gabriel
ומלפני אוריאל ומאחורי רפאל 
In front of me is Uriel, and Raphael is behind
ועל ראשי, ועל ראשי, שכינת האל. 
And over my head, and over my head, Shekinah dwells

Lessons on Friendship

I don't always know how to be a good friend, especially when my friends are hurting. It doesn't feel like it comes naturally to me, and I often find myself inserting my own ideas, opinions, and stories into other people's moments. "I went through that!" "This is how it went for me!" "Here's an idea for you!" (You could argue this entire post is just that...and I beg forgiveness if I'm being a butt-insky.)

My daughter is a wonderful, natural friend, and I (at 43) am honored to take my cues from her.


  • Enter quietly.
  • Reach out physically -- sometimes there's no need for words.
  • Follow your friend, and keep her needs, moods, and desires in the front of your mind.
  • Leave space -- quiet spaces, spaces for laughing, spaces where you just sit in silence and both feel sad.
  • Be the vessel for whatever your friend needs to pour out. At one point in the night, my daughter's friend wanted to play a card game. My first instinct was to say, "You should really stay here and experience this. It's going to be over soon." But my daughter was able to see that her friend needed a break, needed to laugh, needed to do something routine, normal. Play a card game, giggle, and reminisce about the dying dog's worst farts. 
  • Leave quietly.

On our drive home, I tried to put into practice all the lessons she had taught me. I held her hand, waited for her to talk, and followed her mood, which inevitably led back to cracking jokes about dog farts. We cried, and we laughed.


A Blessing for the Journey


לילה, שתוליכך לשלום ותצעידך לשלום ותדריכך לשלום

Lilah, shetolikheykah leshalom vetatzideykah leshalom vetadrikhekah leshalom


Lilah, go in peace, and stride in peace, and be guided in peace...












Sunday, October 18, 2015

The Oregon Shooting


When's the last time you thought of the shooting at Umpqua Community College in Roseburg, Oregon?

Been a while? Yeah... me too. Can you name a single victim? Or even how many there were this time?

Me either.

Even the Wikipedia page hasn't been updated since October 9, though there has been some news and survivors have given interviews and details in the past nine days.

Maybe Jeb Bush was right. "Stuff happens."

President Obama was wrong:
“The notion that 2 months or 3 months after something as horrific as what happened in Newtown happens and we’ve moved on to other things, that’s not who we are. That’s not who we are. Now, I want to make sure every American is listening today. Less than 100 days ago that happened, and the entire country was shocked. And the entire country pledged we would do something about it and that this time would be different. Shame on us if we’ve forgotten. I haven’t forgotten those kids. Shame on us if we’ve forgotten.” —President Barack Obama (March 28, 2013)*
*Quote taken from a fascinating article from the Connecticut Law Review on "The Shooting Cycle." 


None of us should act surprised when it happens again.

(I will continue to support and work for change, through organizations like MomsDemand, (http://momsdemandaction.org/)

— but in truth...


Saturday, October 17, 2015

Baseball Curses and the Ezer Kenegdo


Being a Red Sox fan is like being Jewish in my family -- you're just born that way, and for my kids, it's been passed down through the mother. Matrilineal Red Sox Fandom.

When my kids were born, in 2001 and 2003, this was bad news. When we got Ben his first little Red Sox cap and onesie, we said, "Sorry to do this to you, kid. You're in for a life of sadness and disappointment."

In those days, the last time the Red Sox had won the World Series was 1918, and since then there had been a string of events that raised the hope of Sox fans so high that the team was known as the Cardiac Kids. "The Curse of the Bambino" was real, and Bucky Dent, Bob Stanley, Mookie Wilson, Bill Buckner and Aaron Boone were verboten. Those who shall not be named. The Red Sox blew it in 1946, 1948, 1949, and most spectacularly in the World Series contests of 1967, 1975, and 1986, when the team was one strike (One Strike!) away from winning it all.

We believed in the curse, and it was a crucial part of our identities as Sox fans. We were beleaguered, persecuted, almost-rans whose hearts had been broken more times than we could count. Faith? Hope? Only for next year.

And then next year came. October 27, 2004. The miracle Red Sox had come back from a 3 games to 0 deficit against the Yankees to make it to the World Series, and they swept the St Louis Cardinals in 4 games. World Champs. The curse was broken. The Boston Globe headline was one jubilant word:



(Although I have mad love for this parody version)


86 years of cursedness. Gone. We had believed, and we had been rewarded. We had hung in there, and we had been rewarded. 


I've got the hats, t-shirts, newspapers, commemorative books, and a million memories from 2004 that will never fade. It was wicked awesome. 

Ezer K'negdo

What I did not realize at the time was that The Curse was our Ezer K'negdo
(עֵזֶר כְּנֶגְדּוֹ) . Our what?
In the second Creation account of Genesis, after God formed man from the dust of the earth and placed him in the garden of Eden, God says, “It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable (ezer knedgo) for him” (2:18). 
As my rabbi has pointed out, we don't quite get the meaning of ezer knegdo/helpmeet these days. It's not just a partner for life. It's a force you lean against, the person who helps you keep your balance by offering just the right amount of resistance.


Red Sox fans pushed against that damn curse for 86 years, and it pushed right back. There was equilibrium, and we could talk in absolute language. "Always be losers..Always blow it...Always let you down..."

And then they won.

We were knocked off balance and stumbled a bit. Yes, we celebrated. Now what?

In 2005, the Red Sox were...average. They got to the first round of the post-season, where they were swept in three games by the Chicago White Sox, who would go on to win the World Series.

It wasn't The Curse. Teams have their ups and downs, and no one wins the World Series every year. (Not even you, Yankees fans... where's your team tonight?)

Suddenly, we just one of those teams. Sometimes we win it all (2007, 2013) and sometimes we're awful (2015).  We are...


In some ways, and I'll talk about this in other posts, Jews have been through the same journey. Much of the identity of Israel has been that of a persecuted people. The world pushed against us and we always pushed back. After the Holocaust and WWII, we pushed back hard. For some people, that push was their entire Jewish identity. Be Jewish if for no other reason than there are people who don't want you to. That doesn't always work in 2015. The world won't always push back.

I'm rooting for the Cubs to win the World Series this year. I haven't lived their curse (it involves a goat?), but they haven't won the World Series since 1908, and that joy of winning is oh, so sweet. Besides, watching history being made is cool, and that Back to the Future 2 connection is just too perfect.


Watch out for the fall, though, Cubs fans. If you lose, you get to keep being curse, and keep cursing your bad luck. If the Cubs win, you might end up missing your ezer knegdo when you end up in the "just another team that won it..." bucket with the rest of us.

Either way, I think you win.


Friday, October 16, 2015

Prayers for a Shabbat of Peace



Most days, I'm not much of a pray-er, and I don't believe in a version of God that answers prayers. But I do appreciate the power of turning your heart and your thoughts to something, someone, or someplace in need. 

On this shabbat, that place is Israel.

As we read through the book of Bereshit (Genesis) in our weekly Torah study, we are closing in on the stories of the first of our ancestors to set a place for themselves in Israel. 

Abraham purchases a tomb for his beloved Sarah. 

Their grandson Jacob will literally become Israel when he wrestles with a mysterious man in the desert. 

And Joseph, the dream-reader, will ask that his bones be returned to Israel. The Hebrews carry them with them until Joshua fulfills Joseph's wish:

לב  וְאֶת-עַצְמוֹת יוֹסֵף אֲשֶׁר-הֶעֱלוּ בְנֵי-יִשְׂרָאֵל מִמִּצְרַיִם, קָבְרוּ בִשְׁכֶם, בְּחֶלְקַת הַשָּׂדֶה אֲשֶׁר קָנָה יַעֲקֹב מֵאֵת בְּנֵי-חֲמוֹר אֲבִי-שְׁכֶם, בְּמֵאָה קְשִׂיטָה; וַיִּהְיוּ לִבְנֵי-יוֹסֵף, לְנַחֲלָה.32 And the bones of Joseph, which the children of Israel brought up out of Egypt, buried they in Shechem, in the parcel of ground which Jacob bought of the sons of Hamor the father of Shechem for a hundred pieces of money; and they became the inheritance of the children of Joseph.

Yesterday, October 15, 2015 (3 Cheshvan 5776) Joseph's tomb was set ablaze by the fires of rage, anger, and hatred. 



So this week, I pray. I never particularly resonated with the "traditional" Prayer for the State of Israel that was part of my childhood siddurim (prayer books). It was written in 1948 by the Chief Rabbinate of Israel, who was sincere and thoughtful, but no poet.

That prayer is here:

Our Father who is in heaven, Protector and Redeemer of Israel, bless the State of Israel, the dawn of our deliverance. Shield it beneath the wings of Your love; spread over it Your canopy of peace; send Your light and Your truth to its leaders, officers, and counselors, and direct them with Your good counsel.
 Strengthen the defenders of our Holy Land; grant them, our God, salvation and crown them with victory. Establish peace in the land, and everlasting joy for its inhabitants. Remember our brethren, the whole house of Israel, in all the lands of their dispersion. Speedily bring them to Zion, Your city, to Jerusalem Your dwelling-place, as it is written in the Torah of Your servant Moses:
 “Even if you are dispersed in the uttermost parts of the world, from there the Lord your God will gather and fetch you. The Lord your God will bring you into the land which your ancestors possessed, and you shall possess it; and God will make you more prosperous and more numerous than your ancestors.”
 Unite our hearts to love and revere Your name, and to observe all the precepts of Your Torah. Speedily send us Your righteous Messiah of the House of David, to redeem those waiting for Your salvation. Shine forth in Your glorious majesty over all the inhabitants of Your world. Let everything that breathes proclaim: “The Lord God of Israel is King; His majesty rules over all.” Amen. Selah.

I offer these two prayers in its place....and a song


The first was written by Karyn D Kedar, author, poet, rabbi. We read this version at Ben's bar mitzvah instead of the traditional one above.

The second is not about Israel at all (at least on its face). It's an anti-war poem by e.e.cummings, one of the most innovative poets of the 20th century and a personal favorite of mine. Read more about him here.
1.  A Prayer for Peace and Strength
-Rabbi Karyn D. Kedar, senior rabbi of Congregation BJBE in Deerfield, IL

Holy One of blessing,
we pray for the soldiers
who are called to defend the people of Israel.
Keep them safe. 

When they are weary
give them strength.
When they are scared give them courage.
May they find strength and faith in the days ahead.

Holy One of blessing,
we pray for the people of Israel
who long to live under your canopy of peace.
Keep them safe. When they are threatened
protect them from harm.
When they are wounded and bereaved
grant them healing and comfort.
May they find strength and courage in the days ahead.

May our voices carry prayers of hope
that the people of Israel know that they are not alone.

Dear God,
give us strength
and know that there is nothing more sacred than peace.
Grant us dear God,
Faith. Courage. Wisdom. 


2. i carry your heart with me
-- e.e. cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) 

3. Yehi Shalom, as sung by Neshama Carlebach


יהי שלום בחילך שלווה בארמנותיך
Yehi shalom becheylech shalva b'armenotayich

Peace be within your walls, prosperit​y within your palaces 





Thursday, October 15, 2015

Parsha Noach -- Questions, not answers.

This Week's Parsha -- Noach, the Flood, Rebuilding



  1. Possible topics to write about Parsha Noah = too numerable to list
  2. Wanting to write about women but finding almost no named women in the parsha = disappointing
  3. Searching google images for "Noah's Flood" = priceless.


Think of the images we usually see of the worldwide flood in Genesis. There are cute, kid-friendly versions.


Slightly more realistic portrayals that graduate from the nursery:





But what if they looked like this instead?



Or this?





Or these poor animals:




(Something interesting about God's names. Yud-hey-vav-hey (Adonai) is used when God is issuing the decree for destruction, but Elokim "remembered Noach" floating on the ark.)

8:1 What happened to the raven? Did it really just keep flying and flying while the earth dried out? Poor birdie... And why was the raven the one who wanders and the dove the one who brings back proof of a happy ending? What did biblical authors know about ravens and doves that I don't know?

8:21 God promises not to destroy everything again..."for the impulse of man's heart is evil from his youth." So the reason for never sending another flood is the reason He sent the flood in the first place? 

9:9 God has a covenant "with every living creature". Why do we not emphasize this verse more? It seems critically important to how we view ourselves and the rest of the trillions of creatures on the planet.

9:13 Are we sure a "bow" is a rainbow? I immediately thought of a bow/arrow...not a promise but a warning. Is it both -- the weapon turned into a sign of peace? 

9:16 Repetition of the covenant with "every living thing" Repetition in Torah is important, yes?

9:18 The incident with Noach's nakedness and Ham seeing it.
1st -- these people all lived on an ark together for over a year. You cannot convince me that the men didn't see each other naked.
2nd -- Maybe Ham was drunk, too?
3rd -- Isn't part of the sin Noach's? He got so drunk that he passed out half naked...and Ham gets the curse?

The incident does prove, though, what God was saying in 8:21. The first words out of Noah's mouth in the entire parsha are a curse, a curse that changes the course of history for so many...