Friday, June 26, 2015

A Prayer For This Day

Blessed Yah, Creator, Created, Creating...

On this day of joy and celebration and mourning,

We pray for peace and love,

For ourselves and the world,

Even if only for one day:

Instead of anger, we choose kindness.

Instead of revenge, we choose justice.

Instead of resentment, we choose empathy.

Instead of work, we choose rest.

Instead of ideology, we choose compromise.

Instead of destruction, we choose community.

Instead of fear, we choose endurance.

Instead of invective, we choose prayer.

Instead of violence, we choose peace. 

Instead of hate, we choose love.

We give thanks for this day.

May it change us, may it change the world,

And let us say, Amen.

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

My Pure Soul: Elohai Neshama

© 2015 Patricia Arlin

My soul was pure:
I was in myself,
I remember that.
I remember safety.
Amazed at the taste of food,
Sugar blew my mind.
I danced and laughed and told jokes.
I slept on the dog.
I loved to hear my father sing in the choir,
I knew that God was in that room.
I loved cartoons.

Then life happened to me. 
My soul was corrugated
And I kicked back at the world.
I forgot how to be in myself,
I only knew how to react.
My hurt looked like anger,
My fear looked like sarcasm.
Other people's pain was somehow all about me.
God-ness looked like stupidity
And I was not allowed to touch the Torah.
The past was wrong
And the future was fantasy
And I thought I could not love.

Then one day I stopped.
I listened to the ambient sounds.
I listened to my breath
I listened for that pure soul.
And I saw things as they really were:
Hurt was only hurt
And I was not the center of the universe   
And I felt compassion instead of fear.
God-ness surrounded me
The past was past, the future was yet to be.
I began to touch Torah
And I remembered to love.

It is very difficult to get here,
It takes a long time
But once achieved
It is simple.
My soul IS pure
Your soul IS pure
And we are each of us a part of all creation
Protected in the One-ness.

אֱלהַי. נְשָׁמָה שֶׁנָּתַתָּ בִּי טְהורָה הִיא


Friday, June 5, 2015

There Is No Other: An Aleinu

© 2015 Patricia Arlin

It is upon us to repair the broken places.
It is upon us to comfort the sick in body and heart.
It is upon us to bring joy to those around us.

It is upon us to face the truth no matter how difficult.
It is upon us to see that justice is complex and not always easy.
It is upon us to know when we have choices, and to make them.

It is upon us to understand that our prayers are holy conversations.
It is upon us to be mindful and to take our spirituality seriously.
It is upon us to hold more than one idea of God in our heads at any given time.

It is upon us to enjoy our bodies without shame.
It is upon us to listen when others say no, and when they say yes.
It is upon us to have fun and to spread it around.

וַאֲנַחְנוּ כֹּרעִים
We bend our knees to acknowledge how small we are in the face of all this responsibility.
We bend our knees to warm up for all the hard work.
We bend our knees to dance.

אֵין עוֹד
We are all one in the One-ness, there is no other.


Friday, May 22, 2015

A Blessing On Finishing the Counting Of The Omer

© 2015 Patricia Arlin

Blessed One-ness
Why did I count the Omer?

Every night I counted….what?
The grains of wheat I harvested?
My bread comes wrapped in plastic so,
Uh, no.
Counting the days until Shavuot?
I have a calendar on my phone, alerts that ring out
So, again, no.

So why did I count?
I didn't know why I counted until I counted,

Each date noted was a day stopped, if only for a moment.
A shabbat every day
And it was holy, 
Each day separated
All days the same.
So, this then, yes.

With a blessing for each day,
And a blessing for the count,
And a blessing for the counters,
I am in the blessed One-ness.

Sunday, May 3, 2015

An Infringement On My Work by NBC


As you can see from the sidebar, I make my prayers and kavannot and drashot available for people, clergy and congregations who will use them as such under a Creative Commons SA license, which means that you have to give me attribution, if you make any changes you have to make note of them, and if you share my work you have to share it under that license only, and if you can't share it under that license then you must negotiate permission and payment with me.  

But-  On Sunday, April 26, 2015, NBC's TV series, "AD:The Story Continues" which is about what happens after the crucifixion of Jesus, used a prayer I wrote, as coming from the mouth of Caiaphas, the High Priest.  They deleted the references to Adonai, Shechinah, Baruch Kodesh Hu, One-ness but otherwise it was entirely my original work, which was first put up on this blog in July of 2014 under the name, A Prayer for Suffering.  (I later changed the name to A Prayer for compassion.)

I didn't see this show, but a very nice blogger who regularly covers films and television shows with Christian content was interested in what he heard and wanted to know where it came from, so he googled the phrases and quickly found this blog.  He contacted me to find out if I'd written this piece or was quoting from another source.

Here's the piece he wrote on what happened, along with an interview with me about it:

I'm not sure what's going to happen next, but I really want you all to know, if you want to use my work in your services or in your newsletters, I am very happy to have you do so as long as you share them with attribution and under the same license.  If, however, you use them in a work of art or a siddur or any other form that you are getting paid for or charging money for, you must contact me and negotiate permission and payment.  All works on this site are copyrighted by Trisha Arlin.

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Leaving and Returning: A Drash for Tazria-Metzora

© Trisha Arlin

This week we are reading a double portion, Tazria Metzora.  Both of these parshiot are primarily concerned with a kind of uncleaness, a lack of purity, that manifests itself as skin disease.    This disease has been incorrectly called leprosy,  but it's actually rather mysterious, especially since it can also attack clothes and buildings.   The source of the disease was traditionally often thought to be gossip, lashon hara, evil tongue, harmful speech..  If you gossiped it would first attack your home, like mold, and if you kept gossiping, then it would stain your clothes, and if you still kept gossiping then it would painfully attack your skin.  Can you imagine if that existed now, with facebook and the internet?  The whole world would have skin disease.  But back then, if you got it, according to the Torah, you would then need to be isolated for a period of time until the disease went away.   This was perhaps as a quarantine, to keep otherse safe from your disease, or perhaps to keep you away from the source of your illness, the people about whom you could not stop gossiping.

Okay, that was then, this is now.  What does it mean to be unclean or diseased now?  We understand the logical scientific causes of germs and cancer and trauma now, and we know a lot about how to treat them, but what about the isolation of illness?  Have you ever been ill and found yourself losing contact with friends and family?  Maybe because they were afraid or uncomfortable or felt helpless in the face of your pain, or maybe you became depressed and/or too tired for the effort to be social?  Did you feel shunted aside, or quarantined, or were you the one doing the quarantining?  Did your pain send you outside the camp?

And what if going outside the camp could help you, like it helped the gosspiers stopped gossiping.  What if you looked upon that separation as a holy separation.  The word kadosh means separation, we separate Shabbat from the rest of the week and make it holy.  How can we do the same for ourselves?
Rabbi Shefa Gold writes in her book Torah Journeys:

"There are many times in life when it may be necessary to seculde oneself for a time....Someone...might need to separate himself from the community for a time in order to pay close attention to inner changes which are the causes of outer confusion.  At a time of inner growth, it might feel like your life has become too small.  There is a chafing, an irritability and it is time to leave the camp.  ...The spiritual challenge of Tazria/Metzora is to know when to swparate yourself from the community and know how to return."

One way make this holy separation, to leave, to go outside the camp, and then to return is through rituals that are full of meaning, familiar and repeatable.  In this weeks torah portion, they are animal sacrifices, in our lives they are songs we sing, the special days of a Bar or Bat Mitzvah, when light the shabbas candles, a wedding, , a bris, a funeral, all of these set us apart and give us time to think about our experiences, work our way through the birthday, or a day of rest, or the joy of birth or a new couple, or the loss of a loved one.  Or there's a holiday, we've just had a slew of them.

And we are in the middle of what feels to me like the ultimate in separating out, the Counting of the Omer, when we count from the second night of Passover for 49 days, seven weeks to Shavuot, when we celebrate the receiving of the Torah.  I am counting the omer the year, for only the second time in my life, and each night when I do the count, each and every time, after I say the blessing for the omer, I wonder, why am I doing this ridiculous thing? What spiritual purpose could this acknowledgement of how many days I've been counting serve?  Some will say, it is like a child counts down with anticipation  until his birthday, we are counting down towards the receiving of the Torah.  Others say it's a leftover from the Temple days, when we used this count to know when to harvest certain grains.  But I have the calendar on my phone to tell me when it's Shavuot, and I can barely keep one potted plant in my kitchen alive, let alone a field of wheat or barley or whatever.

And yet this simple counting has become one of the most profound things I do.  For me it's a holy discipline, to note each day, to keep each day separate with it's own count, to not let one day of those forty nine days meld into another.  Each day when I start the count I leave the camp and step outside of myself.  And when I'm finished with the count I step back into the day.  And knowing I'm doing this ritual with millions of other Jews around the world gives me great comfort, especially if I'm having a bad day. 

Most of the time, the way that I both separate from and rejoin the camp is through prayer.  Sometimes that's in community, usually but not always at shul or other Jerwish settings, sometimes that's in the writing and sharing of my own prayers with that community and sometimes, its in the writing ofpersonal prayers that are for my eyes and heart only.

So I'd like to offer this prayer to you tonight, for all those in physical or emotional pain, for all those who feel outside the camp:

I need to say a Healing Prayer.
But I can't do it.
I don't have the soothing words.
I’m in pain
Right now
And it's been going on for a while
And it looks like it's going to last longer than it takes to say any prayer.
So instead
I will say
A Pain Prayer. 

Blessed One-ness,

A friend died suddenly
And I miss her.
I lost my job
And my despair is showing.
I don't have a partner
And I'm lonely
I'm losing my home
And I will never be comfortable again
My child is sick
And I in dread of what awaits him.
I’m old
And I don’t recognize my body any more.
I’m injured
And I'm becoming my pain.

Did I name any of your sorrows?

 What was solid is porous,
What was secure is scary,
And everyone wants to hurry me through my grief.
It will be so much better, they say, when this is over:
You will be transformed!

Yes, I say, but into what?

Yes, I say, but I’m not there now!
Yes, I say, but please, let me mourn first. 

Refa’aynu Adonai V’Nayrafay

Heal us God, and we shall be healed.
Can this be true?
Elohai neshama sh’natata’bi,
The soul placed within me is pure and cannot be lost.

So where is that pure soul?

Where is that healing of the body, mind and spirit?
Is it in the music?
Is it in my friends?
Is it in prayer? 

So I listen to the music

And I am transported away from the hurt.
I look around at my community
And I am taken care of.
I recite the Shma
And I speak to God.

Baruch atah Adonai
Brucha at Shechina
Bringing connection when there is separation,
Remembering joy even when we cannot.
We are blessed to be part of this holy wholeness
Even if we understand so little of it.
We are blessed to have received so much love,
Even when it is lost.
And we pray for the strength to perceive the blessings
Even when it hurts so much.

Ruach HaOlam, 

Breath of the Universe,
I guess this is a healing prayer after all.