I told you about how things have been scary for me with religion this year because what people tell me I shouldn’t be able to know about God undermines the foundation of my knowledge of God
we were both waiting for phone calls while walking along Amsterdam and my voice kept rising in pitch and volume but then I came to the end of it as we waited for a traffic light
and I knew and said I know God is here right now and repeated it again and as we got to the other side of the street you said hodu laShem ki tov ki leolam chasdo
we kept walking as I agreed hodu lAdonai ki tov ki leolam chasdo using God’s name because it was a true praise what a kindness to have a moment of settled knowing what a deep breath
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
35 toward the Omer
Malkhut shebHod
In the Chabad synagogue in Moscow on Tisha b’Av in 2009 a group of Israeli children played games on the landing and one small girl with light hair started twirling and I took a picture
that kept her in my mind paused midspin with a soft blond halo around her luminous face, a beautiful girl child with Hebrew as her mamaloshn turning slow and free until my camera stopped her
the memory card she’s on is still in Russia because I didn’t search for it well enough before getting in the car for the airport and the apartment I subletted belongs to a new person
which is as it should be really since once she noticed me she said no to my photography and I have my ethics but gosh what a knowing little serene one what a breathholding moment
In the Chabad synagogue in Moscow on Tisha b’Av in 2009 a group of Israeli children played games on the landing and one small girl with light hair started twirling and I took a picture
that kept her in my mind paused midspin with a soft blond halo around her luminous face, a beautiful girl child with Hebrew as her mamaloshn turning slow and free until my camera stopped her
the memory card she’s on is still in Russia because I didn’t search for it well enough before getting in the car for the airport and the apartment I subletted belongs to a new person
which is as it should be really since once she noticed me she said no to my photography and I have my ethics but gosh what a knowing little serene one what a breathholding moment
34 toward the Omer
Find that little root connecting you with the spreading branches and then you’ll raise your eyes and see that your waving fingers look a little like the fuzzballed antennae on top of strange birds
Monday, April 29, 2013
Lag BaOmer
After praying this morning I looked at the dirt path that headed in a direction I had not yet walked and decided not to head that way and was comfortable with that decision
unlike when you leaned forward to kiss me and I turned my head and then always wondered why and what would have happened had I chosen the path I had thought I'd wanted
yes, my decision this morning was good although there’s no real comparison because I really wanted to kiss you and not all desires are equal and neither are feelings about roads not taken
unlike when you leaned forward to kiss me and I turned my head and then always wondered why and what would have happened had I chosen the path I had thought I'd wanted
yes, my decision this morning was good although there’s no real comparison because I really wanted to kiss you and not all desires are equal and neither are feelings about roads not taken
Sunday, April 28, 2013
32 toward the Omer
I feel ashamed of myself when I wonder whether it is the moments when I feel God or the moments when I don’t feel God that indicate the actual truth about God
once when I came back from a time of doubt of God I knew that I had failed. I had been given the opportunity to have faith and did not have faith
and I knew that the opportunity to have faith was now lost to me because when feeling God there is no need for faith in God. Knowledge supersedes the need for faith
but now I know that this is not true because I have come to doubt the knowledge itself even when it exists and that, I’ve found, is the worst of all doubts
for before I just had to wait for the God feeling to return but now it’s here and there’s nothing to wait for and yet I wonder whether it’s just the way
that the air feels against my skin and therein lies the danger of being taught that God is supposed to be beyond my perception because then what becomes of my perception? Falsity
once when I came back from a time of doubt of God I knew that I had failed. I had been given the opportunity to have faith and did not have faith
and I knew that the opportunity to have faith was now lost to me because when feeling God there is no need for faith in God. Knowledge supersedes the need for faith
but now I know that this is not true because I have come to doubt the knowledge itself even when it exists and that, I’ve found, is the worst of all doubts
for before I just had to wait for the God feeling to return but now it’s here and there’s nothing to wait for and yet I wonder whether it’s just the way
that the air feels against my skin and therein lies the danger of being taught that God is supposed to be beyond my perception because then what becomes of my perception? Falsity
31 toward the Omer
rushing waves rushing water water
rushing waves rushing water water
rushing waves rushing water water
home
rushing waves rushing water water
rushing waves rushing water water
rushing waves rushing water water
rushing waves rushing water water
rushing waves rushing water water
home
rushing waves rushing water water
rushing waves rushing water water
rushing waves rushing water water
Friday, April 26, 2013
30 toward the Omer
My first chevruta visits and we have a lovely time catching up but it goes beyond that to contemplation of life things and places and people. It’s been so long
that I don’t remember if we used to talk quite this way but I like that we talk this way now. During our first hug I notice our height difference
and during our second hug I remember that we shared a chair once for an Acher lecture and it’s from then that our faces ended up on the Pardes brochures
while it is only as we hug a third and fourth time at the door that I fully realize you weren’t here and now you’re here and now you’re going
that I don’t remember if we used to talk quite this way but I like that we talk this way now. During our first hug I notice our height difference
and during our second hug I remember that we shared a chair once for an Acher lecture and it’s from then that our faces ended up on the Pardes brochures
while it is only as we hug a third and fourth time at the door that I fully realize you weren’t here and now you’re here and now you’re going
Thursday, April 25, 2013
29 toward the Omer
(During the fifth week of the Omer we recall the sefirah of Hod—translated both as splendor and as humility—and today we find lovingkindness and compassion within it)
Be kind to yourself in those moments when you wonder to yourself Maybe I am a Lamed Vavnik and then you think With that thought I invalidate the possibility
I don’t have a Messiah complex I have a Messiah, complex, who is as much me as anyone else, and I’ve made no attempt at saving the world anyway
(even though I dream of doing so. Oh how wondrous to just have everything fixed and all the people fed and no more spilling blood I’d just snap fingers
and sometimes when I pray I consider myself part of what keeps the world turning, like pressing down the knob on a salad spinner or treading a gerbil wheel
(although horrifying crap goes on here, the blood of our brother cries out from the ground and we step forward always forward, so maybe keeping it turning isn’t enough)
and I dream of prophecy, not just having knowledge but standing on a stage with my arms thrown wide and my eyes flashing and people Listening to my Message
(but what this message is remains unknown to me, I just know that whatever I will have to say it will be Important and people will Actually Pay Attention
because I know a lot of my desire to have them hear comes from a deep hatred of being tickled where when you say stop stop they don’t stop
and of dancing in a circle and the acceleration is now something beyond any of us or at least it is not me and I need it to end
there is a book slightly askew on a shelf not breathing but the bookshelf is in a glass case so I can never fix it but I need to
the righteous obsessive compulsive sees you throw plastic into a trash can says stop stop you’re tickling this hurt doesn’t stop please fix the world I can’t reach it))
Be kind to yourself in those moments when you wonder to yourself Maybe I am a Lamed Vavnik and then you think With that thought I invalidate the possibility
I don’t have a Messiah complex I have a Messiah, complex, who is as much me as anyone else, and I’ve made no attempt at saving the world anyway
(even though I dream of doing so. Oh how wondrous to just have everything fixed and all the people fed and no more spilling blood I’d just snap fingers
and sometimes when I pray I consider myself part of what keeps the world turning, like pressing down the knob on a salad spinner or treading a gerbil wheel
(although horrifying crap goes on here, the blood of our brother cries out from the ground and we step forward always forward, so maybe keeping it turning isn’t enough)
and I dream of prophecy, not just having knowledge but standing on a stage with my arms thrown wide and my eyes flashing and people Listening to my Message
(but what this message is remains unknown to me, I just know that whatever I will have to say it will be Important and people will Actually Pay Attention
because I know a lot of my desire to have them hear comes from a deep hatred of being tickled where when you say stop stop they don’t stop
and of dancing in a circle and the acceleration is now something beyond any of us or at least it is not me and I need it to end
there is a book slightly askew on a shelf not breathing but the bookshelf is in a glass case so I can never fix it but I need to
the righteous obsessive compulsive sees you throw plastic into a trash can says stop stop you’re tickling this hurt doesn’t stop please fix the world I can’t reach it))
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
28 toward the Omer
I’m not ready to leave New York I’m not ready to leave New York I’m not ready to leave New York I’m not ready to leave New York
I’m not ready to leave New York I’m not ready to leave New York I’m not ready to leave New York I’m not ready to leave New York
I’m not ready to leave New York I’m not ready to leave New York I’m not ready to leave New York I’m not ready to leave New York
Don’t panic you’re just getting your period Molly don’t worry it’s all gonna be fine it’s really fine you’ve done this before I’m not hush go to sleep
I’m not ready to leave New York I’m not ready to leave New York I’m not ready to leave New York I’m not ready to leave New York
I’m not ready to leave New York I’m not ready to leave New York I’m not ready to leave New York I’m not ready to leave New York
Don’t panic you’re just getting your period Molly don’t worry it’s all gonna be fine it’s really fine you’ve done this before I’m not hush go to sleep
27 toward the Omer
if I’d watched my speech more carefully maybe we would never have gotten together maybe we never would have fallen apart but neither of these happened anyway
26 toward the Omer
There’s an unfinished section of the wall in the balcony of the Eldridge Street Synagogue and our tour guide asks us why we think that is
I raise my hand and suggest that it’s a reminder of the destroyed Temple that is not yet rebuilt (I didn’t actually say that last bit)
She tells us actually it’s there to demonstrate what state the synagogue was in before they restored it (really to show that they had restored it
because otherwise someone might walk in there and think it had always been just as beautiful as now but no they worked really hard you see
and there is little as frustrating as when someone sees you and thinks that you are not putting any effort into things but it took me
a long time to get to this place but there is no flap of skin you can lift to see the aged slats of wood underneath
I am no destroyed holy house nor will I be rebuilt I am no not yet what you see has always been my offer to you
I raise my hand and suggest that it’s a reminder of the destroyed Temple that is not yet rebuilt (I didn’t actually say that last bit)
She tells us actually it’s there to demonstrate what state the synagogue was in before they restored it (really to show that they had restored it
because otherwise someone might walk in there and think it had always been just as beautiful as now but no they worked really hard you see
and there is little as frustrating as when someone sees you and thinks that you are not putting any effort into things but it took me
a long time to get to this place but there is no flap of skin you can lift to see the aged slats of wood underneath
I am no destroyed holy house nor will I be rebuilt I am no not yet what you see has always been my offer to you
Sunday, April 21, 2013
25 toward the Omer
The shadow from the lace mechitza falls across my open siddur so the apparatus separating me from everyone else creates at least one beautiful thing
Men together sharing a joyful purpose is also something beautiful and I observe maybe like God watches when two people find company in each other
My feminine presence once filled the whole room and so did God and then we did tsimtsum. Occasionally we regret it, wanting to mingle
but even though we want to take care of people sometimes it is more important for them to learn to seek and give comfort internally
Men together sharing a joyful purpose is also something beautiful and I observe maybe like God watches when two people find company in each other
My feminine presence once filled the whole room and so did God and then we did tsimtsum. Occasionally we regret it, wanting to mingle
but even though we want to take care of people sometimes it is more important for them to learn to seek and give comfort internally
Friday, April 19, 2013
24 toward the Omer
A bottle of hard cider sits on my counter
Thinking of Noah and Aharon,
I resolved not to drink when sad
so it waits
Thinking of Noah and Aharon,
I resolved not to drink when sad
so it waits
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
23 toward the Omer
I am tempted to postpone writing for Day 23 until I have actually displayed some discipline and endurance but writing this solves it
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22 toward the Omer
It is a tough week
with a kind interlude of chili and popcorn and friend and futon and The Secret of Kells
with a kind interlude of chili and popcorn and friend and futon and The Secret of Kells
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Religious
21 toward the Omer
I looked at the sky through my legs today
and ran across the grass with my arms spread as plane wings
Maybe some angels zoomed along with me
There’s a movie, Angels in the Outfield,
so I bet they’d’ve felt at home
and ran across the grass with my arms spread as plane wings
Maybe some angels zoomed along with me
There’s a movie, Angels in the Outfield,
so I bet they’d’ve felt at home
20 toward the Omer
Getting enough sleep is essential
to functioning during halakha shiur
but prayer can be enhanced by a bit of tiredness
Like at Shavuot Shacharit when all I ask God for is a short Musaf and a bed waiting for me
That’s not true.
Last Shavuot I did not ask for those things
although Musaf was ridiculous
and I exhausted laughed
Even so nothing pulls me like my desire to return to sleep does
other than my desire to keep reading
I think of those who heard and felt the explosions this afternoon. May compassion reign supreme soon in our days
to functioning during halakha shiur
but prayer can be enhanced by a bit of tiredness
Like at Shavuot Shacharit when all I ask God for is a short Musaf and a bed waiting for me
That’s not true.
Last Shavuot I did not ask for those things
although Musaf was ridiculous
and I exhausted laughed
Even so nothing pulls me like my desire to return to sleep does
other than my desire to keep reading
I think of those who heard and felt the explosions this afternoon. May compassion reign supreme soon in our days
Sunday, April 14, 2013
19 toward the Omer
I hope you and I would still have become friends even if I had not been lonely freshman year
We had an agreement that I could chatter nonstop and you would only listen to thirty percent of it
You surely paid more attention than that while I skipped in order to keep up with your long strides
We had an agreement that I could chatter nonstop and you would only listen to thirty percent of it
You surely paid more attention than that while I skipped in order to keep up with your long strides
18 toward the Omer
You tell me about the day
when your son
went
into the kitchen
and
you realized he was crying
Mama,
you
quote him to me,
For
what do people get born
when
no matter what they die?
God made it
so
people died,
you
tell me you told him,
else
the next generation
wouldn’t
fit!
You tell me this story
about
eight times
in
the course of an hour
so
I still remember
Thursday, April 11, 2013
17 toward the Omer
Tiferet sheb’Tiferet: Hannah (Omer Calendar of Biblical
Women)
There are times
when
I wait
for
someone who isn’t God
to
appear and keep me company
Other times
I
sing to God in private
and
really would prefer
that
the door stay closed
One time
you
opened the door
and
I shut up
and
was silent around you
all
afternoon
It was kind of like when that boy in middle school opened
the bathroom door on me
I was horrified that he saw me naked staring at myself in
the mirror but thrilled too
My beauty
should
be for God
and
for my husband?
My
beauty
should
be for
the
universe
16 toward the Omer
A pause as compassion
starts its journey toward you
Billows expand then contract
It leaps upward,
reaches hands forward, diving
between the reefs of vocal chords
where it gets trapped
and thrashes
Its struggles set the mucous membrane
into nervous flutters
that lend shape
to its dying
breath
Lame and faint
the breath releases itself
through dry parted lips
“I’m sorry
to hear that”
starts its journey toward you
Billows expand then contract
It leaps upward,
reaches hands forward, diving
between the reefs of vocal chords
where it gets trapped
and thrashes
Its struggles set the mucous membrane
into nervous flutters
that lend shape
to its dying
breath
Lame and faint
the breath releases itself
through dry parted lips
“I’m sorry
to hear that”
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
15 toward the Omer
She offers Neil Gaiman nosh that has been waiting patiently by while he enthralls us
Neil Gaiman tells her "I would love a strawberry" "I will definitely take some strawberries"
Neil Gaiman tells her "I would love a strawberry" "I will definitely take some strawberries"
14 toward the Omer
I draw myself up to my most regal height in my best Shabbos clothing
There is majesty in my posture and in the narrowness emphasized by my skirt
Gliding across the room in the Chabad school building is one of my joys
For I love being taken for a kind person of grace and unmarred elegance
Though I wish that kind elegant unmarred graceful persons weren’t hit on as often
There is majesty in my posture and in the narrowness emphasized by my skirt
Gliding across the room in the Chabad school building is one of my joys
For I love being taken for a kind person of grace and unmarred elegance
Though I wish that kind elegant unmarred graceful persons weren’t hit on as often
Monday, April 8, 2013
13 toward the Omer
How happy it is to exult in front of an ark on Shabbat!
How glorious it is to sing with others in praise of our God!
How calming it is to know that our dancing has a holy purpose!
How worrisome it is to learn that a mouse died in the sink!
How glorious it is to sing with others in praise of our God!
How calming it is to know that our dancing has a holy purpose!
How worrisome it is to learn that a mouse died in the sink!
12 toward the Omer
I look down at my boots in the back of Naftali's truck
while I lounge on tarps next to a table that we're moving
There is no seatbelt and every once in a while I worry
that either I or the table is going to slide too much
but I think of the New York City subway and feel calm
while I lounge on tarps next to a table that we're moving
There is no seatbelt and every once in a while I worry
that either I or the table is going to slide too much
but I think of the New York City subway and feel calm
11 toward the Omer
When considering, today, the natures of aloneness and companionship
I wondered how each of my cells feels among the rest
Is there a way to express the opposite of being alone
that doesn't make mention of the existence of other discrete entities?
I am not sure that there is companionship except in knowing
that the person standing next to you is also alone here
Black holes have event horizons and we too have a point
at which we'd just become each other and be alone together
There is the beginning of healing in recognizing our semipermeable membranes
I wondered how each of my cells feels among the rest
Is there a way to express the opposite of being alone
that doesn't make mention of the existence of other discrete entities?
I am not sure that there is companionship except in knowing
that the person standing next to you is also alone here
Black holes have event horizons and we too have a point
at which we'd just become each other and be alone together
There is the beginning of healing in recognizing our semipermeable membranes
Friday, April 5, 2013
10 toward the Omer
First, ten syllables per line, for I love iambic pentameter.
When harmony and discipline align
the universe expands in stately time
and galaxies aglow with mellow light
cavort in darkest space like butterflies
And though I think it’s dangerous to find
significance in every verse that rhymes
it seems that every now and then it might
make sense to see what meanings do arise
Does harmony require compromise?
Can love go on when lives don’t coincide?
Second, the traditional ten words per line.
This morning I woke up an hour and a half
before my cell phone alarm would have woken me up
and I decided to keep from turning my computer on
until after I had done at least one productive thing
That’s how I came to daven Psukei d’Zimrah and Shacharit
with tallis and tefillin and the prelims and the postlims
I started by putting a sweater back in its drawer
and ended a few minutes earlier than I would have
if I hadn’t remembered that we are still in Nissan
and therefore no matter what I feel there’s no Tachanun
When harmony and discipline align
the universe expands in stately time
and galaxies aglow with mellow light
cavort in darkest space like butterflies
And though I think it’s dangerous to find
significance in every verse that rhymes
it seems that every now and then it might
make sense to see what meanings do arise
Does harmony require compromise?
Can love go on when lives don’t coincide?
Second, the traditional ten words per line.
This morning I woke up an hour and a half
before my cell phone alarm would have woken me up
and I decided to keep from turning my computer on
until after I had done at least one productive thing
That’s how I came to daven Psukei d’Zimrah and Shacharit
with tallis and tefillin and the prelims and the postlims
I started by putting a sweater back in its drawer
and ended a few minutes earlier than I would have
if I hadn’t remembered that we are still in Nissan
and therefore no matter what I feel there’s no Tachanun
Thursday, April 4, 2013
9 toward the Omer
Gevurah within Gevurah as the blankets nestle never tighter
around a sleeping figure content with power the world
has always known in its most constant quiet harmonies
The mild serene being neither contains nor is contained
It is neither black hole nor body emitting light
Lines on its face are neither cruel nor manic
There is no tension or force to be found
Solid through and soft with just the right heft
Its space taking up the right amount of space
around a sleeping figure content with power the world
has always known in its most constant quiet harmonies
The mild serene being neither contains nor is contained
It is neither black hole nor body emitting light
Lines on its face are neither cruel nor manic
There is no tension or force to be found
Solid through and soft with just the right heft
Its space taking up the right amount of space
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
8 toward the Omer
A young woman advises a friend by phone.
I tap her and give her thumbs up
when she mentions she's heard but cannot verify
that on yontif it is preferable when showering
to wash each part of the body separately.
After she hangs up we start talking Jewish,
dropping yeshivas, dripping Ashkenazis, and I am aware
of my blue jeansed legs crossing and uncrossing
and feel guilt and discomfort when I realize
I present like one who once was derekhed
instead of like one who might never arrive
*derekh: way, path
I tap her and give her thumbs up
when she mentions she's heard but cannot verify
that on yontif it is preferable when showering
to wash each part of the body separately.
After she hangs up we start talking Jewish,
dropping yeshivas, dripping Ashkenazis, and I am aware
of my blue jeansed legs crossing and uncrossing
and feel guilt and discomfort when I realize
I present like one who once was derekhed
instead of like one who might never arrive
*derekh: way, path
7 toward the Omer
People on the balcony across from me
are hammering away at a plastic container.
They pass the hammer back and forth,
he without gloves, she in yellow gloves.
I would say that I'd been trying
to identify the source of the sound
for weeks, but that is not true.
I had wondered, sure, but never looked.
A white dog weaves around their ankles.
are hammering away at a plastic container.
They pass the hammer back and forth,
he without gloves, she in yellow gloves.
I would say that I'd been trying
to identify the source of the sound
for weeks, but that is not true.
I had wondered, sure, but never looked.
A white dog weaves around their ankles.
6 toward the Omer
Paul du Chaillu discovered the gorillas
and gave smallpox to Gabonese people
The Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle scares me
while I consider Harvard Divinity School
My head is deep within Gemara
and my skin distinctly remembers God
I wash my hands by Halakha
and my shoulder distinctly remembers God
At what point do the answers
get buried under searching for them?
At what point do the answers
get smothered under caring for them?
I never asked to see God
under a microscope. Had no need
and gave smallpox to Gabonese people
The Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle scares me
while I consider Harvard Divinity School
My head is deep within Gemara
and my skin distinctly remembers God
I wash my hands by Halakha
and my shoulder distinctly remembers God
At what point do the answers
get buried under searching for them?
At what point do the answers
get smothered under caring for them?
I never asked to see God
under a microscope. Had no need
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