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The Blog Reboot

For many years I’ve had a blog that lived on blogger.com. It was originally started with my congregation (my former congregation, B’nai Israel in Bridgeport, CT) in mind. When I began I imagined it being a place where the contributions of many voices might be heard – members of my congregation in particular. Hence I called it Shma Koleinu – Hear our Voices. But soon it became a place for my own reflections, occasional sermon, spiritual sharings, etc. In more recent years, since arriving at my current congregation, B’nai Shalom in Westborough, MA, that blog has received little attention from me (and therefore, likely, from anyone else either!). Most recently, it has been a place where I shared my wine recommendations for Passover after co-hosting pre-Passover wine testing events with Julio’s Liquors. See … I’m not only interested in whisky!

I’m going to discontinue posting new posts on blogger, and as someone who has moderate tech skills but is quite good at following directions, I’m rather delighted that I seem to have successfully exported the entire contents of my old blog and imported them onto this new site. So anything from prior 2021 is a posting from Sh’ma KoleinuHear our Voices. Over time, I’ll check the 26 pages (!) of posts that were imported. But for now, know that if you find broken links, missing images or videos, etc. it is because these are old postings and I may not have gotten around to cleaning them up yet. While I make no promises to become a much more regular blogger again, with the upcoming launch of the Dram and a Drash podcast (coming soon), I imagine that the blog on this site will be used to share tasting notes of whisky that is sampled on the podcast, along with other tidbits on all kinds of topics… Jewish social history, Reform Judaism, anti-semitism, race and racism, and more that I’ve discovered can be revealed by studying the history of whiskey (particularly in the United States).

Anyway, welcome to my blog 2.0!

Loving, Pride, Equality and Justice A sermon on Loving Day during Pride Month in the face of racial injustice

This sermon was delivered at Congregation B’nai Shalom on June 12, 2020

I’d like to take a few minutes tonight to talk about Loving. It turns out that in this moment, on this particular day, there are a lot of very pertinent ways to think about and talk about Loving.
Let’s begin with a piece of important history. June 12 is officially ‘Loving Day’ in a number of US States. The day is named for the monumental case, Loving v. Virginia, and the interracial couple at its center, Richard and Mildred Loving. The 1967 Supreme Court decision struck down 16 state bans on interracial marriage as unconstitutional.
Fast-forward to 2015, one in six newlyweds had a spouse of a different race or ethnicity which is more than five times higher than the number of intermarried newlyweds in 1967, according to Pew Research Center analysis of U.S. Census Bureau data. So much has changed, and yet so much hasn’t. Half a century later, “the toxic residue of Jim Crow across the centuries continues to make its way down the streets and into people’s lives.”
Those of you in our congregation who are married to someone of a different ethnic background, with a different color of skin to you have directly lived the blessing of coming of age and falling in love after the ‘Loving vs Virginia’ case. You can attest to the looks that you may have received, the strange questions you might get, and the assumptions made about the relationship between you and your kids by strangers on the street. I know that this isn’t every day and all the time, but I know that these experiences haven’t disappeared. I know because I’m the grandparent of mixed race grandchildren. I know because I’ve been out to dinner with my wife, my adult step-children, their other step-mom, my son-in-law whose family background is Philippine and my daughter-in-law whose mother is Korean, and father was African-American. And the waitress in a cool, hipster restaurant in Brooklyn finally couldn’t hold back any longer as we were paying the check and just couldn’t figure out how we were all related.
It wasn’t aggressive and it wasn’t negative. But if you are hearing words like ‘white supremacy’ or ‘implicit bias’ more these days and you’ve not really taken the time to read or study about these things, you might be wondering what is so wrong with the way things are. We have been socially conditioned to put people in different categories and boxes because of their skin color and ethnic features.
We haven’t yet learned to assume that what appears to be a family is a family, even if it looks different to yours. And, unfortunately, too many people still believe that they get to judge what is and is not acceptable.
Lets talk about another kind of loving. Because this is also Pride month. Before marriage equality for gays and lesbians was recognized Federally across all 50 states in 2015 (that’s a mere 5 years ago!), I used to wonder why the heterosexual majority got to decide if I deserved marriage. Heteronormative assumptions about society implicitly and, through law, explicitly and structurally, meant that ‘society’ was heterosexual and those of us who were not that were outside of the norm and needed to fight for 5 decades to argue, fight, protest, and march… and educate – to reach a point when ‘society’ decided to bestow these equal rights upon us. And we’re not there yet. People who are transgender don’t have equal rights in all 50 States. They can lose their jobs just because of their gender; nothing to do with their job performance. They are at much higher risk of experiencing physical violence perpetuated against them because of their gender. The current administration has been working to undermine the ability of same sex couples to have the same opportunities to adopt children in need of forever families as heterosexual couples. And I could go on. For no legitimate reason save for who they love and have built a home with. Or because their gender identity is different.
I understand these issues better because they are part of my own lived experience. And perhaps you understand them because you know me, or you’ve had direct experiences like these, or you’ve just reached a place where you understand and embrace this kind of diversity. Why do transgender people need our permission to live openly and go to work and go to restaurants and movies and stores feeling safe. What is it about some of these groups that society determines where they belong or if they belong or whether they have the same rights freedoms and opportunities as you or I? And if you believe that, once the inequality has been explained and challenged, it should be addressed, the next question must be… is that just an idea of what ‘nice’ looks like to you, or have you engaged actively in the advocacy and educational work required to make those changes a reality? That’s the difference between being ‘not homophobic’ and being actively ‘pro-LGBTQ equality.’
When we listen to African-Americans now it is the same question. Why do they have to wait for ‘society’ (unspoken but assumed to be a white majority that holds the power’)to grant them equality?
There was a time when traveling when I would always choose bed and breakfasts from a site called purple roofs. This site listed LGBT friendly places to stay or gay or lesbian owned places. I did not want to stay somewhere where Suri and I would feel eyes on us and be uncomfortable or possibly unsafe as we traveled to parts of the country that I was not familiar with.
This is an experience that African Americans have on a regular basis. Not just where they might travel to but how they pass through neighborhoods and other spaces in the course of their everyday lives. It is how and why a young man taking a jog can end up shot to death. And this is just a modern version of how it was in past decades where a black man who might glance at a white woman or say something in passing on the street could end up lynched. This is why these recent killings of black men whether by law enforcement or by civilians is a contemporary version of lynching. The underlying assumptions of the one who is looking at the black man as out of place are essentially the same. Both are racist.
And the difference between being ‘not racist’ and actively being ‘anti-racist’ is whether or not we see it as our responsibility to bring about the structural changes that would make true equality, opportunity, and safety, a reality in the lives of those who are telling us that this is not the case now.
That’s what this is about. It’s not about politics. It’s not about left vs right. It is about love. Today is Loving day. In Jewish tradition, one of our great Sages re-presents the Torah teaching to ‘Love Your Neighbor as yourself.’ Rather, Hillel teaches it this way:   “What is hateful to you do not do to your fellow” (Shabbat 31a). If you are wondering what your role is in all of this and what, if anything, you should be doing, start here.
Let’s listen to a few seconds of anti-racism educator, Jane Elliott. [play video]
Listen to her words asking us ‘Is this how you would want to be treated?’ And if your answer is ‘no’ then let’s do some learning and listening and figure out how we might be able to help bring about change.

Israel Experience 4: A Change of Landscape

Today began in the wilderness landscape of the Judean Desert and ended in the lush, green landscape of the Galilee. An incredible view of the Jezreel Valley, mentioned in the Tenach as the place where Elijah challenged the Priests of Baal to a sacrifice competition, provided our first sense of just how different this new landscape was.

We were treated to another lunch in situ, courtesy of Nir. Today was make-your-own wraps, with lafaa bread, goats chees, parsley, and zatar, which is Hyssop. Dessert was also wrapped up, but this time we were spreading Nutella and Halva onto the lafaa – yum!

From here we continued to experience the valley via another mode of transportation – ATV! Along the route we stopped at a naturally occuring watering hole – a popular kind of place found all over the northern hills around the Galilee where Israelis (Jews and Arabs) come to swim, eat, drink and hang out. In our short stop we saw a microcosm of the local society. Israeli arabs smoking a water pipe, an Israeli boy- and girlfriend picnicking togeter, and then a youth group of cyclists who came to take a break in their bike ride. Their leaders demonstrated how to leap into the pool and then gently encouraged all the children to have a go. So much fun!

We ended the afternoon, prior to an early dinner (where I had a brief reunion with my sister-in-law and brother-in-law, Shharone and Shlomo, who visited CBS and presented to our congregation lst year at Erev Sukkot), with some team games. I think we’ve discovered that our group likes games (and some of us are quite competitve!)

The day ended with a change of tone as we entered Yom HaZikaron with a very moving ceremony inthe region of Misagv, where our tour company owners, Nir and Guy, are from. They connected with friends and family and we bore witness to a very moving ceremony that brought out a very large % of the whole town. We stood together in silence while the sirens could be heard al around. This was followed by poetry, family  reflections, and music and the names of all those from Misgav who had died serving their country. As each name was read, along the date that they died, they were listed as ‘father of so-and-so’, ‘brother of so-and-so’ and more. This is how it is in Israel. Every soldier is someone’s brother, sister, father, friend. And almost every single Israeli personally knows someone who died while serving. Memorial day is an emotional and heart-felt observance for all. We felt priveleged to stand witness to get some sense of what this day is all about from within.

Why I love the Women’s Rabbinic Network

My first awareness of the Women’s Rabbinic Network came, rather appropriately, from one of the first women rabbis that I learned from and was inspired by while I was still living in the UK.  Rabbi Marcia Plumb, originally hailing from Texas, but living and working in the UK for a number of years, already had many years of first hand knowledge of the WRN.  Since arriving in London, she had also become one of the founding members of a wonderful feminist Jewish group that ran its own conferences and workshops, ‘The Half Empty Bookcase.’
And so it was, back in 2002, just as I was starting my rabbinic studies at Leo Baeck College, that Marcia brought a group of us together – other female colleagues out in the field and rabbinic students – and announced that, at the last WRN Convention, she had suggested that they all come to London for the next one.  And they decided to take her up on the offer!  We went to work creating a convention program – a considerable achievement for a group, only one of whom had ever seen what a WRN Convention looked like.
Board installation at WRN London, 2003

Ten years ago, in January, 2003, approximately 80 women rabbis gathered in London – an incredible bringing-together of women from North America, Israel, the UK, and several communities across Europe.  Now, by this time I had met many, if not all, of the female rabbis in the UK.  I don’t have the total number that existed then, or now, but if I tell you that there perhaps 60 or so Progressive synagogues in the UK altogether, some too small to have their own clergy, you can imagine just how overwhelming and exciting it was to see 80 women rabbis descend on London at the same time!
Because of my own travels back and forth between the USA and London, I already knew a handful of these women.  It felt wonderful to introduce them to ‘my land’, and they introduced me to many of their colleagues.  Women that I am proud to serve alongside today in the Union for Reform Judaism (URJ); women who taught at Hebrew Union College (HUC-JIR) who I would, less than a year later, be learning from when I transferred my studies to HUC-JIR, New York; women who served as Regional Directors of the movement, and in other roles as consultants with expertise in a variety of areas; women who were congregational rabbis, and women whose rabbinate was served in chaplaincy or in schools.  One of the things that the WRN has done better than many rabbinic associations has been to embrace and try to support Rabbis who work in many different fields, recognizing that women in particular are more likely to have a diverse portfolio that represents their different passions and interests, and sometimes the choices that have been made or have been necessary to facilitate life-work balance.
Many of these women became my role models.  WRN gatherings, and especially the unique conventions, became a highlight for me.  While these gatherings always include content that contributes richly to our professional development, there is an added component of spirituality, creativity and innovation in worship, and encouragement and support for the real life stuff of being a woman working in the rabbinate, that I have seldom experienced so authentically and deeply in any other professional setting.
Rabbinic shmoozing at WRN London, 2003

I am writing this on the plane, as I make my way to Memphis for this year’s WRN Convention.  I’m excited to reconnect with friends and colleagues, and this year I’m especially excited by the direction the organization is beginning to move in.  I’ve been a member of the WRN Board for the past couple of years, and took on the role of Communications VP, as we transitioned away from a print newsletter to expanding the ways we communicated with our members, and helped our members communicate with each other. Taking full advantage of the ways that social media and other technologies can help to connect us when we are not together, we are moving into a new phase in the life of the organization where we make better use of those connections to advocate for our members, and for women’s issues more broadly.  We’re finding ways to help the voices and perspectives of women rabbis be more present and heard in the public sphere.  Our WRN Blog, Kol Isha (the voice of a woman), was launched less than a year ago, and has already received over 17,000 hits.  A team of women rabbis have shared the blog, offering a plurality of voices and perspectives on many issues.  At this convention we will receive training from the Op-Ed Project, which works to help under-represented groups within society be seen and heard on the op-ed pages of online and printed media.  Some of our colleagues have already made significant inroads in these areas, but our work together at this convention will, we hope, help to empower many more.

I know that some of my colleagues are excited about the possibility of seeing Elvis at Graceland (and yes, we are going to Graceland!).  I’ve never been much into Elvis, but I am excited about spending the next few days with some of my female rabbinic colleagues.  I know that I will return ‘All Shook Up’ – re-energized, spiritually nourished, and inspired.
We will be tweeting the Convention at #wrn13
We will be posting blog updates at the WRN Blog, throughout the Convention.

#BlogElul 1: Navigating the landscapes of life

‘He took a turn for the worse’
‘She turned her life around’
‘They turned our lives upside down’
‘I needed some quiet time to turn inward’ …

There are many ways that we use the language of turning, of changing direction, to refer to what is happening in our lives.  The language implies that there is a path on which we are headed, or a direction in which we are pointing.

Sometimes events happen that cause us to be rerouted in an unplanned for, unexpected direction.  We have to take stock of our new surroundings and figure out how we will live in the new reality.

Sometimes we’ve made choices that impact our lives and the lives of others, taking us on paths that do not serve us well, or are likely to lead us to ever-darker destinations if we do not take action and intentionally change course.

What does it mean, then, to speak of ‘turning’ or ‘returning’ as we enter the month of Elul, the four weeks leading to Rosh Hashanah? A kind of conscious upgrade of the maps in our internal GPS (God Positioning System), we are invited to find time and pause long enough in the midst of our hectic lives to look around and take stock of our current landscape; to pinpoint where we are and on what road we appear to be heading.

While self-awareness, mindful practice, and ethical decision-making are a part of each and every day, its hard in the midst of that everyday to see the big picture and make an honest assessment of the choices we are making that, together, point to the direction we are headed.  And so, once a year, we unfold the large-scale map and, in this larger context, can start to look at where we really are.

To turn might be to realize that we left the highway to explore an intriguing side-road, but now we realize that its just a dead end.

To turn might be to notice that we’ve only ever stayed on the main highways our entire life, and now its time to explore some of the back roads so that we can truly come to know ourselves.

To turn might be to look back at some previous destination, when we were at our happiest and our lives  seemed most in balance; our relationships were at their best.  We realize that we want to make a U-turn and try to return to that place.

To turn might be to simply choose a different point of perspective from which to examine our current landscape.  Perhaps we didn’t choose to be here, and we’ve been struggling with our new location.  Perhaps we’ve only looked at it from the depth of the valley.  If we can begin to accept that we’ve been left stranded here without a vehicle for a while, we might realize that if we could walk our way up to the top of the hill, we’ll get a different view, and our ability to live in our new surroundings may improve.

Now is the time for turning.  Take a look.  What do you see?  Where are you? Where are you heading? Now is the time for choosing.  Choose your path.  Be conscious of your direction.  Choose your perspective.  And return to the best life that you can be living today.
Rabbi Rachel Gurevitz

Conquering the monsters beneath our bed… where the wild things really are

Cross-posted from the Rabbis Without Borders Blog at myjewishlearning.com

I want to share the chorus of one of my favorite Indigo Girls songs with you:
So we’re ok, we’re fine, baby I’m here to stop your crying
Chase all the ghosts from your head,
I’m stronger than the monsters beneath your bed
Smarter than the tricks played on your heart,
we’ll look at them together then we’ll take them apart
Adding up the total of a love that’s true,
Multiply life by the Power of Two (words and music, The Indigo Girls, ‘Power of Two’)

This has been something of a theme song in my life, these past 11 or 12 years. Ever since I met the woman who, two years ago, became my spouse. In fact, we even incorporated the last two lines of the chorus into the Ketubah that we crafted with an artist-friend.

This past week, a great deal in the flow of the news cycle has caught my attention. Thinking about the monsters beneath our beds, or perhaps ‘where the wild things are’, it was notable that Maurice Sendak passed away this week at the age of 83. Hearing the news, I went online and watched his PBS interview with Bill Moyers from a few years back, and then the very different but quite entertaining interview that Stephen Colbert conducted with him just a few months ago. It was in the PBS interview that Sendak explained that the wild things were somewhat inspired by his first generation immigrant Jewish relatives – the aunts and uncles who had escaped Europe while they could still get in but, to a young child, were grotesque caricatures.

I know the ones he meant – they were probably just like the great-aunts and cousins, once-removed, that I remember –the ones with the lipstick that was painted so high that it almost touched their nose, the bright blue eye shadow and long, red nails. And the great-uncles with the hair growing out of their noses and ears. While Sendak lived his life as a secular Jew, he was clearly informed by that family history.

He speaks with Moyers about the courage it takes for a child to look the scary things in the eye and, in so doing, to be able to take back control not only of one’s fears, but of one’s anger. He had an uncanny ability to write from within the psyche of a child and paint the inner landscapes of their minds in vivid detail that they could so deeply relate to.

In the interview that Sendak gave recently with Colbert he mentions that he is also a gay man. Colbert, in his tongue-in-cheek but straight-faced manner, exclaims, ‘they won’t let you be a Boy Scout leader, but they’ll let you write children’s books?!’

While I certainly appreciate the joke, I found my mind considering the juxtaposition of Sendak’s ‘where the wild things are’ and another story that we saw being played out in the cultural and political sphere last week when first Vice-President Biden and then President Obama voiced their personal support of the GLBT community and of same-sex marriage. Sendak’s most famous children’s story can provide a means for young children to look at the monsters and many other things in life that scare them and, perhaps, to realize that they are not really scary after all. While for Biden, we might be amused by the influence of Will and Grace to make the scary and unfamiliar into something accessible and much more normative, it is the President’s words that most effectively demonstrated how we combat homophobia and those who feel strongly that civil equality should not be afforded to those whose love is not of the heterosexual kind:

‘I have to tell you that, over the years, as I talk to friends, and family, and neighbors, as I speak with my own staff who are in committed and monogamous same-sex relationships, who are raising kids together, when I think of those soldiers, or airmen or marines, sailors who are out there fighting on my behalf, and yet feel constrained, even though ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ is gone because they are not able to commit themselves in a marriage, at a certain point I’ve just concluded that, for me personally, it is important for me to go ahead and affirm that I think same-sex couples should be able to get married.’

The President voices what we know to be true about many things in life, and not only same-sex marriage: so often, fear is born out of ignorance. Once we get to know someone who is different from us, whether it be difference due to a physical disability, a religion, an ethnicity, and so on… we find that the world is a much more complex, colorful, and diverse place. We learn to see the partial truths in multiple perspectives. We learn, and in learning, like Max who stares into the yellows of the eyes of the wild things and does not blink, we confront our fears.

Some of the fears that have been voiced about permitting same-sex marriage include fears about how children are raised, fears about how the institution of marriage is understood, fears about the authority of some churches and other more traditional branches of religious faith groups. But, with the exception of the strongly held beliefs of some faith groups whose legitimate concerns arise out of their understanding of their faith teachings, getting to know people – people in our families, our communities, it becomes abundantly clear that these are not the monsters beneath our bed – these fears are not grounded in reality. And for those who are guided by a faith that appears incompatible with the President’s personal statement, it is important to consider whether such beliefs should be applied to civil rights on behalf of the entire population, many of whom are guided by different (and sometimes also religiously-informed) beliefs.

But I have other fears. My fears are borne out of conversations I’ve had with both adults and, even more heart-wrenching, with teenagers, who have shared their pain when they believe that society has taught them that their sexual identity and their religious identity or spirituality are incompatible. They’ve told me that the message they’ve received is that God hates them. Parents who tell me that they fear for their children and are so terribly afraid that their lives will be that much more difficult because they are homosexual. Some of these fears, too, are based on not knowing, and we can confront and learn to crown ourselves king over these too. But I am so terribly saddened that these are some of the messages that have been internalized from our political and cultural landscape.

This is why it is so important that the President and Vice President made the statements that they made. It is why it is important for people to speak out, and write articles, affirming the holiness of being true to our innermost selves, showing that faith and love do go together.

When Max realizes that he has conquered the wild things, he gets back in his little boat and returns to his bedroom, where he finds a hot meal is waiting. What stronger symbol of the unconditional love between a mother and her child can there be? For, once we have conquered the monsters beneath our bed, we come to understand the Power of Two – its all about looking each other in the eye, its all about relationships, and its all about love.

10 Elul. A 4-Step Program for Elul

When we take on a new project, we often find a ‘to-do’ list essential to help us navigate our way through all the tasks involved. We may know, at an intellectual level, that Elul is a month to begin the process of ‘Teshuvah’ – of returning to a centered and God-guided life, but what does this actually entail? Our Director of Education, Ira Wise, shares the age-old ‘to-do’ list of Saadia Gaon as one answer to this question:

Saadia Gaon, a 10th century commentator and leader of the Jews of Babylonia, said that there are four things we must do in order to do successfully do T’shuvah either with God or humans:

1) We must confess our cheyt (the Hebrew word for sin, which means “missing the mark”), admit that we have missed the mark;
2) We must actually feel remorse for what we have done or failed to do. This is call t’shuvah shebalev –repentance of the heart;
3) We must ask for forgiveness and repair the damage we have caused; and
4) We must accept the responsibility never to repeat the cheyt.


As we do our cheshbon hanefesh (accounting of the soul, thinking about how we have missed the mark), ask yourself “Am I ready for these four steps? What do I have to do to get ready? Who do I need to approach before the Days of Awe come to an end?
Ira Wise

3 Elul. The Moon of Elul

This powerful and reflective prayer for the month of Elul is by Rabbi Vicki Hollander. It is reprinted here with her permission. You can find many more inspirational prayers, poems and thoughts at her website (also on our ‘Websites that Inspire’ list).
The Moon of Elul (August-September)

Photo credit: Alon Kvashny

Your soul, seasoned by the heat of summer, burnished from the flames, grows ever more golden.You are growing like the fruits hanging in the trees,becoming more flavorful with each passing day.
You can feel the slight shift in the light now; feel the change in the air.The chant of the Song of Songs runs through your body,”I am my Beloveds and my Beloved is mine.”
You feel a longing to reflect.You know you need review your life before you can step freely into your harvest time.
And so you begin, your soul calling upon the name of God
HaTzur,
Your Stronghold, One Who is solidly present, with you, for you.

HaTzur, my Rock, my strength,aid me as I walk within and enter into the tasks of Elul.
The month of Elul awakens each dawn to the voice of the Ram’s horn, androuses each midnight to the music of prayer.She bears scent of wild rose and sound of the departing wings of turtle doves.

The month of Elul,time of readying, time of shaping understanding,time of picking ripe figs.
Elul holds newly born autumn fog and freshly woven dew.She shoos scent of carob and tamarisk blooms into the evening breeze.In her reign the last remnants of summer heat swell, and hot desert winds scatter shards of thistles, grasses, and vegetable seeds wildly into the air.

Elul instructs me that the pieces that have dried out within me bear kernels of future possibilities,that when parched, rains of restoration follow.

Elul bids me learn from the earth who moves gracefully into her season of ripening,who readies for her winter. And she bids me to follow in her wake.
Elul enjoins me to forgive, for she, wizened with age, knows that accounts unsettled act like the small tear in a sack of flour from which a steady stream of wheat pours surreptitiously,until the sack lies depleted.Thus do un-forgiven deeds and words drain and alter my form.
Elul calls me to seek forgiveness from those whom I have wounded wittingly and unwittingly, by language and by actions. She bids me to ask forgiveness and to grant forgiveness.

Elul calls me to seek forgiveness from myself whom I have wounded,wittingly and unwittingly, by language and by actions.She bids me look at myself and to ask forgiveness and to grant forgiveness.

She bids me loosen jaws which clench, open the closed recesses within, scour that which has solidified, staining the inner parts of my being. She bids me wash myself clean, that I might be fresh again, that I might shine again, that I might stand restored, pure as first made.

HaTzur, my refuge, One Whom I turn to on my way, support me as I walk this path, for the way is most arduous. I lie exposed, open like a freshly cut fig, raw, naked, succulent.
I face harsh words and mottled histories,tortured sculptures of intentions that missed the mark, overgrown gardens of desires that grew awry.
Help me embark upon Elul’s tasks. Help me cleanse, scrub away my shadows, that I might pass through her, at end, purified, renewed.
So that I might sing my songs more clearly,so that I might shine more brightly.
Be with me as I walk forward HaTzur. Grant me courage and fortitude.

Welcome

Welcome to Sh’ma Koleinu – Hear our voices. The voices are those of Congregation B’nai Israel, sharing thoughts, inspirational texts, and spiritual practices that can help guide us toward more conscious, healthy, and balanced living. Our blog begins on 1 Elul 5769, the Jewish month leading up to Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year. It is traditionally a time for introspection and preparation; a time to reflect on the lives we have lived this past year, and an opportunity to rebalance our lives, recharge our souls, and redress behaviors or relationships with others where we have missed the mark and wish to bring healing to those parts of our lives.

Sh’ma Koleinu is a prayer that is found toward the end of the daily Amidah. It both follows a list of set prayers that seek the inspiration and support of God in making our world a more balanced, complete and peaceful place to live, and is an invitation for each of us to find our voice and let our souls pour forth their deepest desires for a life that is integrated and balanced, helping us to feel whole.

In this blog you will find postings from clergy, educators, and congregants of B’nai Israel, as well as inspiration gathered from other places that have inspired us. All are welcome to participate in reflection on the posted pieces via the comments section. If you would like to share a thought, text, advice or practice that has inspired you, please submit to
Rabbi Rachel Gurevitz