All three of my children fasted this year. Two are now of age, and Keren is within a year. At 16, Jesse just accepts that this is part of Jewish life, and deals with it. By lunch Gavi & Keren were complaining. Keren started a food chant. It seems goofiness helps. Gavi was my whiner (an unusual position for him). By Mincha the two of them were squeezing me between them, tired, hungry, and cranky, it was not fun. Finally Keren settled into a book, maybe not the point of the day, but it kept her from complaining. Gavi was inconsolable. I told him that the fast was between him and God. I was not going to stop him from eating, but neither would I give him permission. Interestingly, he did not eat.
B'nei mitzvah is the beginning of a hard time in your life. Parents still tell you what to do, except when they don't. They must give permission for things, except when they won't. Had I given permission, Gavi would have definitely eaten, but left between him and God, he had to really think about hid actions. He's not the most accepting child. He is stubborn. He wants explanations for everything, including the explanations. However, Gavi also has a purity of faith that is special and will serve him well and carry him through life as it did through Yom Kippur.
What began as a compilation of experiences during the Gorman family's time with the military, from active duty in Hawaii, to the reserves and a reserve deployment, has moved beyond. It's the ups and downs, the transitions, the frustrations, and the joys of every day. In 2016, blogging more than Jennifer, Gandalf & Nora took over as the primary bloggers, with Jennifer as a background narrator.
Monday, September 23, 2013
It's My Turn #22, by Nora T. Cat
My wonderful people have devised an entertainment all for me. They have placed Gandalf's food in a small blue ball, which he must roll around to get the food out of small holes in the ball. It takes him hours of walking, during which I get to watch from my high dining perch where my food bowl is never empty. It proves that I am the #1 kitty. The people always give me food. All I do is meow, and it is there. I don't even have to meow. Usually it is simply there.
Gandalf doesn't even realize this is actually all about me. He just feels sorry for himself for the necessity of pushing the abomination. It is true. It is demeaning for a cat to have to sink so low as to push a ball with his nose to eat. If he would exercise and watch what he ate, he'd be as svelte as I. But instead he is large, and must realize that this alone makes him a bit of a laugh.
Oh well, more entertainment for me.
Gandalf doesn't even realize this is actually all about me. He just feels sorry for himself for the necessity of pushing the abomination. It is true. It is demeaning for a cat to have to sink so low as to push a ball with his nose to eat. If he would exercise and watch what he ate, he'd be as svelte as I. But instead he is large, and must realize that this alone makes him a bit of a laugh.
Oh well, more entertainment for me.
Kitty Blog 21, by Gandalf The Grey
It has been almost a month since I have had to work for my food. This is ridiculous. I feel foolish. I have tried to hide the ball under furniture, behind plants, and downstairs. I was hoping my people wouldn't find it and would revert to the bowl, but to no avail. The people keep finding it. I've run out of ideas. I am a strong and dignified cat. I cannot keep pushing this ball around with my nose. I'd rather swim.
To make matters worse, since I am brilliant, and have figured out how to open the timed food bowl, my people are no longer using it. Now all my food is given in two courses in the damn ball.
Oh God, why must they torture me in this way?!
To make matters worse, since I am brilliant, and have figured out how to open the timed food bowl, my people are no longer using it. Now all my food is given in two courses in the damn ball.
Oh God, why must they torture me in this way?!
Breishit- Balancing Theology and Science
Breishit
bara Elohim et hashamayim v’et ha’aretz. V’ha’aretz haitah tohu vavohu v’hoshekh
al p’nei t’hom v’ruah Elohim m’rahefet al p’nei hamayim
In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. And the
earth was unformed and void, and darkness was on the face of the emptiness, and
the spirit of God hovered over the face of the water (Breishit 1:1-2, page 2)
Most books
begin on page 1. They may have introductions, prefaces, indices, and tables of
contents, all usually marked with roman numerals, but the story begins on page
1. Jewish books, especially theological books, begin on page 2. We were not
present at the beginning. God is One, there is no other. This numbering system
is the first theological statement in a Humash. The verses above begin
the second.
Torah is a
fascinating text in concept. It reads like a morality tale. It reads like a
history. It even reads like the science of evolution. It is all and none of
these. Torah is first, foremost and only a theology. It is a written
explanation of what Jews believe and, at least some of the time, why. Torah is
also all of these. It is the story of our people with a public history. It
teaches us creation. It teaches midot, values. We can learn a lot from Torah on
how to approach literature, history, science and ethics. Nevertheless, when we
move Torah beyond theology, we lose sight of its purpose. Breishit is a perfect
example of this. Breishit bara Elohim et hashamayim v’et ha’aretz. How do we translate this? Just the first word is a minefield. Breishit
– B’reishit – In the beginning – At the start – In
beginning, all these are correct, and none are. So difficult is it to choose
that many translations will simply state, “B’reishit, God created…” Thus they demonstrate the uncertain meaning of the
Hebrew while not losing the full meaning. For Hebrew speaker the word is
enough. For the non-Hebrew speaker, the full meaning cannot be conveyed, but by
leaving the transliterated word, the mystery is maintained.
A couple of
weeks ago Jesse and I had a fascinating conversation about parashat
Breishit. A friend of his had tried to examine the
first creation story in Breishit literally. How
could God create light then the sun and moon? How are heaven and earth created
before heavenly bodies? Jesse and I discussed the purpose of the words. Are
they there to give us a science lesson? Clearly no. But can we see science in
them? Yes.
Breishit bara Elohim et hashamayim v’et
ha’aretz. V’ha’aretz haitah tohu vavohu v’hoshekh al p’nei t’hom v’ruah
Elohim m’rahefet al p’nei hamayim. I prefer
to examine the meaning of each word. For me this is the creation of space. Hashamayim is space. Ha’aretz refers to the
building blocks of matter. Can ha’aretz only
refer to our earth? Is it only planet Earth or is it the land and the soil?
Whatever ha’aretz is, it is unformed and
chaotic. It is only in the Divine light that we are calm and can open to
learning. We cannot know the original meaning, but we can find the meanings
that speak to us. Midrash teaches us sheveim panim laTorah; there are 70 faces to the Torah. Albert Einstein once said, Science
without religion is lame. Religion without science is blind. It’s up to each of
us to find the balance and he face that can speak to us.
Really Hearing for a New Year
This was written for Yom Kippur. Its sentiments still hold
true.
Amar Rabban
Shimon ben Gamliel, lo hayu yamim tovim l’Yisrael kakhamisha asar b’Av uvaYom
HaKippurim, she’ba’hen banot Yerushalayim yotz’ot bichlei lavan si’ulin, she’lo
l’vayeish et mi she’ain lo…. U’vanot Yerushalayim yotz’ot v’cholot ba’k’ramim.
U’meh hayu omrot, “Bachor, sa-na einekha urei mah atah voreir lach….
Rabban Shimon ben Gamliel said, There were
never better days for Israel than the 15th of Av and on Yom Kippur,
since on [these days] the daughters of Jerusalem would go out in borrowed white
garments, so not to shame anyone who didn’t have…. And the daughters of
Jerusalem would go out and dance in the vineyards. And what would they say? Young man, lift up your eyes and
see what you choose for yourself…. (Mishnah Ta’anit 4:8)
I
like to imagine what the Yamim Noraim must have been like in ancient times. In
our time they are solemn, prayer filled days. We see faces we see regularly and
those we see not so regularly. (We’re very happy to see you all!) Our machzorim
are filled with the accumulated piyyutim of thousands of generations. Sitting
for three hours, it is difficult for each of us to imagine a day filled with
dancing and joy. But there it is, preserved in the Mishnah, a day on which
young women would dance in the streets and young men would come to court them.
However,
when we delve into the real meaning of the day it makes sense. These are days
of hope and dreams for the future. We examine our past year, and plan for the
coming one. “Lift up your eyes and see what you choose for yourself.” This is
the song the girls would sing. It is a theme echoed in the Rosh Hashanah
readings. Hagar lifts her eyes to see the spring that saves her and Yismael.
Avraham lifts his eyes to see the sacrificial lamb. Though examining ourselves,
we must also remember on these days to look around and see. Socrates said, “Ho
de anexetastos bios ou biƓtos; For a human being, the unexamined life is not
worth living.” Only when we look up, out and beyond ourselves, can we truly
live.
Rabbi Jack Riemer expressed
this idea in a favourite poem, which we would read it each year in my childhood
synagogue.Judaism begins with the commandment:
Hear O Israel! But what does it really mean to hear?
The person who attends a concert with his mind on business, hears-but does not really hear.
The person who walks amid the songs of birds, and thinks only of what he will have for dinner, hears- but does not really hear.
The man who listens to the words of his friend, or his wife, or his child, and does not catch the note of urgency: “Notice me, help me, care about me,” hears-but does not really hear.
The man who listens to the news and thinks only of how it will affect business, hears-but does not really hear.
The person who stifles the sound of his conscience and tells himself he has done enough already, hears-but does not really hear.
The person who hears the Hazzan pray and does not feel the call to join him, hears-but does not really hear.
The person who
listens to the Rabbi’s sermon, and thinks that someone
else is being addressed, hears-but does not
really hear.
On this High
Holiday, O Lord, sharpen our ability to hear.
May we hear
music of the world, and the infants cry and the lover’s
sigh...
May we hear the
call for help of the lonely soul, and the sound of the
breaking heart.
May we hear the
words of our friends, and also their unspoken pleas and
dreams.
May we hear
within ourselves the yearnings that are struggling for
expression.
May we hear You,
O God. For only if we
hear You do we have the right to hope that You will hear
us.
Hear the prayers
we offer to You this day, O God, and may we hear them too.
God is
close at hand. We need only to reach out with our senses and make our choices
wisely to create a life worth living for ourselves and for others.
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