ELEVEN / WEEP VaYigash

December 31, 2008 I sit down on a wooden bench, looking at the large black canvas and suddenly tears fill my eyes. For several minutes I can’t stop crying, head in hands, letting it all out.  Perhaps had this been in NYC or Jerusalem somebody would have offered me a tissue (and advise), but this […]

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TEN/Miketz/SHAVE

“Sometimes, a very ordinary act becomes a grand gesture, and sometimes, grand gestures end up looking like ordinary acts – our fragile lives are composed of both.”  Or something like that – I quickly scribbled the quote on a piece of paper that I dug out of my jacket. The words were spoken, slowly and […]

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NINE/SIT VaYeshev

‘Are you sitting down’? Actually, I was – sitting at my desk looking out the window at the morning rain finally feeding a parched Jerusalem, with a cup of tea in my left hand and the phone in the other. N., across the Atlantic, was the bearer of bad news, the kind one sits down […]

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eight: speechless Vayishlach

I started coughing, suddenly, on Thursday night and by Friday morning, raising a white flag made of crumpled tissues, I surrendered to the onslaught of a nasty cold. The problem was that I was supposed to present a Storahtelling version of the weekly Torah portion at a big conference in a hotel in Ashkelon on […]

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SEVEN/ DREAM

DECEMBER 3, 2008 I woke up chuckling this morning, with a single image snatched from a dream: one of my aunts, a formidable rabbi’s wife, dancing – wearing an Israeli soldier’s uniform.  Huh? I’ve been dreaming a lot since coming to Jerusalem. Some of the dreams, and most often just fragments, enter my morning journal. […]

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