Monday, June 20, 2011

The Summer Solstice: The Earth Prays




Once a year it's the Summer Solstice,
Tekufat Tamuz,
And that is when the Earth prays.
The Earth tilts toward the sun and bends its planetary knees,
Shukling towards the its own Ner Tamid, eternal light,
And says a brucha:

The earth prays
A prayer of remembrance of its molten youth and the winter cold,
And a prayer for the warmth that brings on desire and continuity.

The earth prays
A prayer of desperation, choking on the plastic and the garbage and the combustion,
And a prayer of renewal, surrounded by the wind and the smells of the vast renewing sea.


The Earth prays
A prayer of sorrow for the pain we inflict on each other
And a prayer of healing, if we will only allow it.

The Earth prays
A prayer of fear for the future all of the creatures who feed upon her,
And a prayer of indifference, because she will be here long after we are gone.

The Earth prays and we pray, too.

We bend our knees this summer
And daven with the Earth,
We are all one and there is no other.

The Earth prays and we pray, too.
We give our thanks for all creation
And bow in awe at the magnificence of that tilt,
We are one and there is no other.

The Earth prays and we pray, too.
We pray with our feet
And take responsibility for our home with every hallelujah.
We are one and there is no other.

Blessed One-ness, hear all our voices.


Amen

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Motzi: A Chain Of Work*

Blessed HaMavdeel, the Divider of Time:
For separating the whole into increments that we may comprehend it, we are thankful.

Blessed Adonai Echad, the Uniter Of All Existence:
For connecting us that we may be one, we are thankful.


Blessed Ain Sof, That Which Cannot Be Known:
For providing us with so many interesting questions, we are thankful.

Blessed Ruach HaOlam, The Breath That Animates:
For giving us teachers that we may learn, we are thankful.


Blessed One Who Spoke and created the world:
For this challah, and the portion of dough we take off before we bake it in order to sustain high priests, artists and those who are in need, we are thankful.

Blessed Shechina, the Soul of Eternity, in whose spirit we create:
For the guidance and joy and music and knowledge that our clergy give to us, we are thankful.


Blessed Elohim, God of our ancestors who embodies the chain of work:
For the seed and the farmer and the picker and the miller and the baker and the trucker and the store owner and the shopper, who brought us this challah that we bless together, we are thankful.

Blessed Yah, God of our future who is embodied by the chain of love:
For the parents and the family and the partners and the friends and the teachers and the hevruta and the congregations who brought us to this moment that we may eat together, we are thankful.


(sing) Baruch ata Adonai.,,


*Based on Rabbi Ellen Lippmann's tradition for Shabbat motzi of having us create a chain of touch around the room that leads to and from the challah, which she then explains as both exemplifying the connection created when people eat together and the chain of work that went to creating the challah itself. A less generic version of this motzi was written for the service recently held in honor of the ordination of Cantor Lisa B. Segal and Rabbi Molly Kane.


This prayer, "Motzi: The Chain Of Work", has been made available by Trisha under the Creative Commons By Attribution ShareAlike (CC BY-SA).

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

The Sacred Table: Creating a Jewish Food Ethic

I co-wrote a chapter, with Rabbi Ellen Lippmann, in the anthology, The Sacred Table.



Our essay is called "We Eat First" and it's about how our congregation, Kolot Chayeinu, uses food to create community.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Two Cups: Elijah and Miriam

We open the door for Elijah,
Angry prophet of the world to come.
And we ask God to pay attention
To the fire from the sky that was Elijah’s gift,
A regretted necessity.
Elijah announces the Mashiach
Who then saves the Jews!  Huzzah!!
Elijah, the angry bringer of justice.
It’s a little scary
So invite that in.
Bring down the anger, bring down the plagues
Sometimes we need them,
It’s part of the story.
We were slaves in Egypt and it was horrible.

But 
If there is a child at the table
Let her open the door for visiting Uncle Elijah
And hope that there’s some wind tonight.
And when it blows
Tell her that’s Elijah as he comes inside
Visiting each Jewish home on Pesach
To have his cup of wine.
And when the child sits back down
Jiggle the table just a little
And tell her to watch the wine shake in the cup
So the kid thinks Elijah is there, taking a sip:
The anger will wait, let's have fun.

We lift Miriam’s cup,

Dancing prophet
Of the world that glories in Now.
And we tell God we are grateful
For the water that was Miriam’s gift,
A welcome necessity.
Miriam announces joy!
And teaches us to save ourselves.
Miriam, the bringer of mercy,
There’s no prayer for her in the haggadah--
So make one up!
It’s a little scary
But what the heck.
Bring up the water, start the party
Sometimes we need it
And it’s part of the story:
We were slaves in Egypt and now we are free.

But
If there is a child at the table
And all the gabbing makes him thirsty,
Let him take a sip from Miriam’s cup.
And while he drinks
Tell him about Miriam the artist
Singing Mi-Hamochah on the Red Sea shore,
Taking too much pleasure in the Egyptian's deaths.
And when the child is ready
Remember that Miriam was a truth teller
And for that the prophet paid a heavy price.
Make sure the kid values that water:
The fun will wait, let's get angry.

Fire and Water,
Justice and Mercy,
Tzedek v’ Rachamim.
The cup of wine to stir the flame,
The cup of water to quench it.
Only with both cups are we complete.

Baruch Atah Adonai,
Brucha At Shechinah
Elijah and Miriam
We are blessed this Pesach night.
Amen.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Doubt As An Act of Faith

The latest issue of VOICES, the journal of Kolot Chayeinu.

Our Rebbitzin, Kathryn Conroy, coined the phrase, “Doubt can be an act of faith,” which was then incorporated into our mission statement. When Kolot members first heard this phrase, we all instantly recognized the truth of it, but rarely discussed what it actually meant.

In this issue of VOICES, we do.


I am the editor, and this issue features a great piece by Rabbi Ellen Lippmann, and many other writers including Scott Fox, Arthur Goldwag, Nancy Workman, Raul Rothblatt and myself, all of whom are members of our congregation.

To see other issues of VOICES going back some years, go here.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Tazria - Separation

I was randomly assigned to do this drash for my community, Kolot Chayeinu, and it turned out to be both the best and the worst parsha for me to contemplate right now, as I am in the process of cleaning up and out of my home of 22 years so I can sell it not out of choice but out of necessity. This cleaning is both a burden and a purification, and it begins a separation that in the end will be helpful and maybe even fantastic but that right now is very sad for me. But sometimes the body must be taken care of before the spirit so it can approach the metaphorical mishkan. So--

Tazria is short and divided into three sections, all of which are about how to purify something or someone when you or it is tameh, that is, impure and unclean.

The first part is about the customs necessary to a woman after she has given birth. The second, and longest section, is about how the high priest must diagnose that someone has a skin disease of some kind, when one’s skin is tame, impure, commonly translated as leprosy but sounding more like really bad psoriasis that also makes your skin turn white. The third part is about how cloth or leather can become unclean or has become impure, which in the translation I read sounds like the cloth has gotten a disease, an affliction, which sounds absurd, but which the rabbis interpreted to mean some kind of mold or fungus.

And then of course, in all instances there are rituals for making the impure, pure, the unclean, clean.

In the parsha, unclean appears to be anything that touches body fluids, anything that oozed and it is assumed that these fluids were associated with death and anything that touched anything associated with death could not approach the Mishkan and thus could not receive expiation through temple sacrifice, through the cult practices of the Mishkan and later, the temple.

To my modern ears, at first glance this all appears rather ridiculous. A woman has a baby and that makes her unclean? Be fruitful and multiply? How do you multiply without childbirth? I reject that utterly. And, it turns out, the rabbis did, too.

Nehama Leibowitz sums up their thinking,
“The new life within her, the mother, made her deeply conscious of the greatness of the Creator and at the same time of her insignificance and the dust, ashes and impurity of man’s origins and for this reason she brought a sin-offering.
I can accept that. She is mindful of how awesome and spectacular the birth was, and she places herself, humbly in that continuum.


In the second case, that of the skin disease, the rabbis decided that the sufferer must have been guilty of the sin of gossip, lashon hara, the evil tongue (a sin with which I more than intimately acquainted with, that and a life long mild case of psoriasis…). This sin can be so destructive that the sinner must be marked by God with skin disease, declared unclean and separated out, forced to live in a tent outside the community. And you don’t need to guess when the gossiper has repented, you’ll know when the skin heals.

More significant to me, is that all three prescribed rituals to clean the unclean, the ones for having had a child, for having a skin disease and for having moldy clothes, all demand, at some point, the separation from the community of the impure component—the recent mother, the afflicted sufferer, the disgusting cloth.

Why must they separate from the community?

Modern commentators talk a lot about Shabbat when they write about this parsha. The separation that each act of ritual cleansing demands is not unlike the separation of Shabbat from the rest of the week. Shabbat separates us from time, from the past with all our mistakes and the future with the likelihood of many more. The bloody necessities of birth, the sad disabilities of illness, the inevitability of decay and death, those are behind or in front of us but they are not now. Today, on Shabbat, I am in community and conversation with God however I understand that today. Today on Shabbat, sadness, stasis, spiritual desolation, depression, alienation and death are put aside and I am kadosh.

Rabbi Shefa Gold writes,
Often, a person's growth happens on the inside before it manifests in the outer world. The spiritual challenge lies in navigating this awkward time of dissonance between inner and outer. During this time the two realities must be reconciled. It is an uncomfortable time because there is a tendency to resist change and that resistance can manifest in the physical body. Retreat time is required in order to attend to and integrate the inner changes. The spiritual challenge of Tazria/Metzora is to know when to separate yourself from the community and to know how to return.

There is no absolute purity. Today, on Shabbat, there is only the process of seeking purity, of seeking wholeness. That is what tefillah, Gemilut Hasidim v’tikkun olam are, I think. Through prayer and acts of loving kindness and repair of the world we seek and sometimes attain connection. Together we welcome new lives, wash our soiled clothes and comfort each other in times of affliction. The word Shalom means Hello, Good-bye, Peace and it also mean whole, complete.

So, I wish you all a full, whole, repairing, sanctifying, expiated completed and peaceful Shabbat. Shabbat Shalom.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Purim Havdallah


(delivered after regular Havdallah, to start Purim, with much kibitzing from everyone)


What’s all this holy Havdallah? Too serious! We need a Purim Havdallah!!

I. Praise
Praise Shabbat when I slept late
Praise Purim, let us get upside down
Praise the Before when we are healthy,
Praise the After, the Holy Hangover
Praise Havdallah, Is Shabbat over? Can I check my email?
Praise the…I’m sorry, what was I saying?
Oh yeah,
It’s party time!

II. Wine, Spice, Fire
Wine – (pull out bottle of Scotch) Yay!! Have a drink, have two!!! It’s Purim!
Spice – (pull out large deoderant, refresh on self) Hey baby, lookin’ good with your funky self. Love that outfit! Smell ya later. You, too.
Fire - (pull out joke candle) Hey you, light my fire!!! (sing davenning) Come on baby light my fire, Come on baby light my fire!!

III. Blessing
Blessed Echad, that which Unites, and connects us that we may pay dues to the congregation.
Blessed Ruach HaOlam, That Which We will never understand and really, who cares?!!!
Blessed HaMavdil, that which divides, so that we can be what we are NOT!

And let us say:
(reverently) (H)amen.

PURIM!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Vashti Says No

Ladies, get me some water.
What happened? I’ll tell you.
He summoned me,
That old drunk,
He wants to show me off to his friends
Disgusting.
I didn’t think
I just answered,
I said to the messenger,
Tell him, Vashti says No

To ask such a thing
It’s the last straw
Maybe this makes me a bad wife.
I don’t know, what do you think?
I should do as he commands?
He sends back more notes
I’m a bitch, I’m a shrew,
I don’t know my place!
Fine, I say to the messenger, who is just a kid.
Fine, tell him, Vashti says no.

Five minutes later
Back comes the kid
Poor thing, I feel sorry for him
The old man is going to hurt him
When he hears what I’ve said.
I wish I could help him, but I can’t.
Because the kid announces,
It’s official
I’m divorced, banished, forgotten instantly
Make room for the next one.
Hmph! Do I care?
Tell him, Vashti says No.

So now what?
What do I do?
Pack, ladies, we’re packing to go.
Does my life end if I’m not the queen?
If not magnificent, what will I be?
A mere person!
How interesting.
Merely a princess of Babylon.
Merely the great-granddaughter of King Nebuchadnezzar
Merely the granddaughter of King Amel-Marduk
Merely the daughter of King Belshazzar
Kidnapped by Darius of Persia
Given to his idiot son to marry.
Merely the Queen of Persia...
Such fun.
Merely me?!!
Tell him, Vashti says No


The messenger comes back, he’s got a black eye.
The king wants to give me one more chance.
Beloved First Wife!
Dress up in your finest and parade yourself!
Then beg for forgiveness, he’s in such a good mood
I give the poor messenger a pat on the head
And an aspirin
Sorry sweetie,
Remember to duck
When you tell him, Vashti says No

Maybe I’ll cut off my long black hair,
Maybe I’ll burn all my beautiful clothes.
Maybe I’ll stop wearing make up
Maybe I’ll get fat
Hah!
Show this off buster!
Messenger falls back in the room, he’s limping now
And I think his arm is broken.
The old man wants my crown.
This crown?
The old man wants to give it to the next wife
The clothes, and servants and the jewels
So get it all, ladies, stuff it in the bags
I’m taking everything.
And tell that old glutton,
Vashti says NO.

All packed?
Good, thanks.
Get the carriage, I’ll wait here.
You know, I’ve got a lovely palace in the country
5000 square feet and a heated pool.
I think I”ll plant tomatoes.
Maybe I’ll take a lover
And write my memoirs.
As for you, husband,
Go ahead, get yourself a new queen.
On second thought, take the crown
I’ll never wear it again.
It’ll just remind me of you.
(here, give it to the boy to deliver, it might save his life
When he tells him
Vashti says No. 

And lotsa luck to the next one, whoever you will be.
Display yourself if that’s what he wants
But get him drunk first
It goes faster.
Manipulate him if you can
Let him think he’s clever
It’s not that hard
Unless he’s with his friends.
So when you’re the Queen, girlie, say yes yes yes
But please, honey, whoever you are
Tell him, Vashti says No.