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High Holidays in the Air

 

High Holidays are in the air - Just check out D Street on you next cross town journey. Seasonal flowers blooming. Time to start tuning my trusty Shofar. 

But what is the Shofar telling us? It reminds me of a story.

A village boy on his first visit to the Market in the big city. He is taking in teh sights and smells, when all of the sudden he hears the blast of bugle. He looks up to see a fellow up in the clock tower blowing the bugle with all his might. There's a fire in the town, and he's sounding the alarm.

Immediately the vendors and townsfolk drop what their wares, pick up pails, and form an efficient line from the lake to the fire, and in a matter of minutes the last embers are doused and a neighborhood destroying crisis is averted.

Our young boy is mesmerized and decides to bring this gem of an idea back home with him. He purchases a second-hand-only-a-little-rusty bugle from the instrument vendor, and heads back home whistling a happy tune.

He confidently tells everyone that he has discovered the best and newest of firefighting skills while on his world travels, and their village will now be safe. Leave it up to him.

So the next time a fire breaks out, everyone is waiting to see what magic tricks our young hero has up his sleeve.

He pulls his bugle from his valise and runs up the hill to the highest spot and triumphantly begins blowing. The fire is spreading. He blows and blows until he's blue in the face, and the flames rage on without care for the sad, dejected notes emanating from his now-polished fire chasing noise device.

Of course, without knowing what the message of the sound was, without understanding the urgency of its call, and the procedures that should ensue, the bugle was just meaningless noise.

So as we approach Rosh Hashanah, let's pause and think. What does the sound of the Shofar mean to you?

Torah Batting

 

Two years ago. A day etched in my memory.

The Torah celebration in Penry Park (my kids call it Mount Sinai now). The park itself seemed to hover above Petaluma, to the tunes of Klezmer and Chassidic jazz. Assisting the scribe in writing the final letters of our precious Torah scroll in glistening black ink against the smooth parchment. Watching the rays of sunlight glinting off the beautiful silver crown and dazzling crystals affixed to the velvet Torah cover under the floral and lace wedding canopy.

The music halts. The crowd rises. The blast of the Shofar. The Torah is lifted high overhead, a lighthouse to guide the way, our North Star. The music erupts, joy and pride fill the air. Some hold decorative candles to lead the way, dancing the Torah through the streets. Passersby watch and then join in, clapping to the beat, hearts and voices singing together.

"And they sang and danced, and held me high, as they carried me away, to the little wooden shul where I would stay". The lyrics of a beautiful and haunting song that I grew up with. A tale of A Torah that survived the war, only to end up relegated to a glass display in a museum.

On that day, it was clear to me that we would create a different experience for our cherished Torah Scroll. Our Torah would be celebrated and used, explored and revered. It would be our centerpiece.

So we launched our monthly Minyan so we could read regularly from it. Tomorrow is two years in and we're batting 1.000. Our Shul is no longer quite as little, having completed a 30% expansion. And every time we pull aside the curtain, and open the doors of the beautiful ark adorned with the letters of the Ten Commandments, I am transported back to our Mount Sinai, and my feet nearly break out in dance.

So join us this Shabbat, as we celebrate our precious Torah, as well as jumping into the High Holiday season.

Wear it in Good Health

 

Designer brands, a plethora of fabrics, palettes of colors, and a range of fits. Clothing. 

Really just a bunch of material cobbled together that should have no bearing on the essence of the wearer. Same person, same level of intellect, same character.  

So is clothing really just a material-istic pursuit for the vain and self absorbed? 

The truth is that clothing represents an opportunity. By wearing the right clothing it gets us into the right frame of mind. Like a soldier's uniform, a businessman's suit, a wedding gown. While there is a certain amount of function that clothing accomplishes such as protection from the elements, or shock absorbing sneakers, there is also the signals that it sends to ourselves and to others, extracting those qualities from our essence and bringing them to the fore. 

In Kabbalah, our actions, speech, and even thoughts are compared to garments, because we are at liberty as to which actions we do - and which to stop. Same with speech, we have the capacity to speak kindly, or to hurl insults. And even thought, we can choose to think positively.  And when we do, it reveals the positive within us.

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