Category: Teaching, Learning, and Reflection

  • Shabbat Shirah, a Reflection by Jane Blumenthal

    Shabbat Shirah, a Reflection by Jane Blumenthal

    Torah of Birds

    This past weekend included Shabbat Shirah, during which the Torah portion recounts the story of the Jewish people moving through the Sea of Reeds to freedom. It’s a seminal moment in our identity as a people. One of the customs that has developed over the years is to feed the birds on this weekend.

    I feed the birds every day, not just on Shabbat Shirah. I love their beauty and grace, and the sound of their songs. I also love that our tradition teaches us to feed the birds on this day.

    Why did this custom arise? There are two stories given. The first, and better known, is that the birds were with us, joining our singing as we crossed the sea. Midrash even tells us that as they travelled through the sea, trees miraculously grew alongside the path, and the people picked fruit not just for themselves, but to feed the birds, who then joined the Song of the Sea. In this tradition, we feed the birds to commemorate that feeding by our ancestors, and to thank the birds for their singing.

    The second telling is that during the sojourn in the desert, when the Divine fed us with manna, there were two troublemakers who wanted to undermine Moses’s authority and the people’s belief in divine care and sustenance. Moses taught that on the day before Shabbat one should gather a double portion of manna and save half for the next day so as not to work at gathering it on the day of rest. The troublemakers took extra manna and spread it out during the night erev Shabbat, so they could show the next morning that Moses had been wrong about no manna falling on Shabbat. However, when the people listened to the saboteurs and went out to see manna in the fields on Shabbat morning, there was none there. While they were sleeping, ravens had come and eaten the manna. In this tradition, we feed birds on Shabbat Shirah to thank them for undermining the plot and saving Moses from embarrassment. 

    What else does Judaism teach about birds? In Genesis, we read, “let the waters bring forth…birds that fly above the earth across the expanse of the sky.” (Genesis 1:20). Because they fly, traveling between earth and sky, they are seen as traveling between earthly and heavenly realms. Thus, birds are often seen as messengers of the Divine. We do well to heed what they teach us. In the two following verses, “God saw that this was good.”  (Genesis 1:21) and “…let the birds increase on the earth.” (Genesis 1:22)

    In the story of the flood, after the ark comes to rest, Noah sends out a dove. The dove eventually returns with an olive leaf, a sign that there was once more dry land to walk on. (Genesis 8:6-12) It is easy to see the bird as a divine messenger in this context. 

    Ravens are again messengers in Kings, when they feed the prophet Elijah as he hides in the desert. (I Kings 17:2-6)

    We read more of the good characteristics of birds in the words of the Nevi’im (Prophets). Isaiah tells us that those who trust in the Divine will be strong and resilient, like eagles. (Isaiah 40:31) Jeremiah extols their wisdom, in contrast to the shortsightedness of the people. “Even the stork in the sky knows her seasons, and the turtledove, swift, and crane keep the time of their coming; But my people pay no heed to the law of the Lord.” (Jeremiah 8:7)

    In the Writings, Ketuvim, there are many references to birds. The Psalms extol their song and their beauty and mention that they are found nesting at divine altar. “Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself in which to set her young, near Your altar, O Lord of hosts, my king and my God.” (Psalm 84:4) Many references in Psalms and elsewhere remind us that they are exemplars of relying on the Divine who knows them, feeds them, and cares for them. “I know every bird of the mountains.” (Psalm 50:11) 

    There’s midrash about birds and the Psalms, too, as recounted by Rabbi Debra Orenstein in the Jewish Journal.

    David, who is said to have written the psalms, understood that the Temple would be destroyed, and feared that the psalms recited there would be forgotten. So he taught the psalms to the birds. (In Hebrew numerology, the word “nest” equals 150, the exact number of psalms.) On Shabbat Shirah, while it is still winter, Jews feed bread to the birds to hear them chirp and “sing” psalms. We sustain them with gratitude, knowing that nature also sustains us. No matter what, Jews, like birds, must continue to sing. 

    And the book of Job teaches us of their wisdom, as well as reiterating that they are cared for by divine providence. “Who provides food for the raven [w]hen his young cry out to God [a]nd wander about without food?” (Job 38:41) Job responds to his neighbors, his false comforters, telling them to “…ask the beasts, and they will teach you; [t]he birds of the sky, they will tell you,” (Job 12:7)

    We should put away for ever the negative stereotype of a “birdbrain” as a ditzy, foolish person. Birds are smart and resourceful. Ravens in particular are known to solve puzzles, use tools, and speak. They also have a sense of humor and enjoy playing. Geese fly in a vee formation because it’s the best way to circumvent wind resistance. The strongest geese fly in the front of the vee, making it easier for younger or weaker geese to keep up with the flock. They rotate the leader, the point of the vee, to avoid overtaxing any individual, and they honk loudly, cheering each other on.  

    What can we learn from the birds?

    • Don’t stereotype or judge on incomplete knowledge. “Birdbrain” should be a complement.
    • Look at the big picture aka the bird’s eye view
    • Rely on and trust the divine
    • Be alert to messengers
    • Work for the good of all
    • Appreciate and create beauty
    • Make a joyful noise

    I close by repeating this blessing for the birds: Blessed are you, Shekhinah, divine presence in our world, who gives the birds their song. May their music inspire us to live the song you have written on our hearts. 


    Bible verses taken from The Jewish Study Bible, Adele Berlin and Marc Avi Brettler, editors. ©1983, 1999, Jewish Publication Society; ©2004, Oxford University Press.

  • Sprouting Seeds of Hope 

    Sprouting Seeds of Hope 

    January 2022     Shevat 5782

    After the turn in the great cycle of the year from the Solstice toward the light, we move outward to greet the new moon of the Hebrew month of Shevat. Barely perceptible in the wave of our in-breath and out-breath, we may sense the subtle energy of new beginnings, just emerging beneath the surface of our being.

    Like a seed that laid dormant under the soil surface for an entire season now swelling and germinating, our internal sprouting is a mysterious and hidden process. It requires trust in the larger cycles of life that create profound change over time. This month, we are invited to trust in the possibility of rebirth and budding creativity even though the path ahead can look difficult and unpromising.

    This year, my birthday falls on this first new moon of this new year 2022. I have far exceeded the life span of my parents, especially my mother who died 44 years ago. Reb Zalman Schechter-Shalomi suggests, in his revolutionary work on conscious aging, that there must be an evolutionary reason for the 30 extra years of life my generation is being given, precisely at this pivotal moment. Could it be that we are present at this time to become “seers who feed wisdom back into society and who guide the long-term reclamation project of healing our beleaguered planet[?]”

    Could the NASA telescope just launched into outer space also change the way we see ourselves in relationship to the cosmos? This new technology empowers us to travel through space and time and begin to understand how the universe came into existence. We may learn that the roots of our human “Trees of Life” truly are in heaven as the ancient Kabbalists taught. Embracing hope, I believe that enhanced human potential and unimagined access to the origins of our existence can spark a new understanding of our responsibility as stewards of this planet, Earth.

    In this month, pregnant with possibilities, we open ourselves to the mystery of life itself and our place in time and space. As Einstein said, we can’t solve our problems with the same thinking we used to create them. What breakthrough thinking, experiencing, exploring will emerge in this new month and year that can contribute to the health and well-being of our planet and future generations? Just opening to hope and inspiration and believing that change can unfold can create the fertile ground where the seeds of the yet unimagined can break through the soil and grow, flower, and bloom. I welcome us all into this fresh, new year!  

    Blessings,  

    Lucinda

  • Creating Our New Story

    Creating Our New Story

    December 2021    Tevet 5782

    Greetings,

    We are entering the new moon of the darkest month of the year, the Hebrew month of Tevet, the time when all the candles on the Chanukah menorah are lit to help us find our way through the darkness and into the light. In this month, the heat of our anger can overwhelm us, and we are called to tame the fires within and heal the wounds that trigger us. Already, we are seeing and hearing about uncontrolled rage flaming up on airplanes, in school board meetings, on city streets. Before the conflagrations erupt any further in our personal and collective lives, this is the month to address the smoldering embers of disappointment, disillusionment, and fear, and transform our anger. 

    How can we release our anger when we are faced with yet another recurrence of Covid-19 that will inevitably continue to disrupt our lives and prevent us from returning to what we so yearn for – the illusive “normal?” The challenge is the normal has disappeared. And we haven’t yet created a new way to work, to play, to gather, to pray. We’re in between the old and the new, the what was and what can be.  The conflict over how to communicate our country’s founding story of democracy is an example of this tug of war between competing perspectives. 

    We know ourselves and each other by the stories we tell and pass down through the centuries. I just this year learned from Kohenet Rabbi Jill Hammer that in North African countries, women have been celebrating the holiday Chag HaBanot, the Festival of the Daughters, on the seventh night of Chanukah throughout the generations. They link the heroism of Judith, the Jewish woman who saved her community from destruction, to the successes of the Maccabees who we celebrate at Chanukah time, bringing women’s courage and agency into the celebration.

    I feel the challenge of this exploration of origins even more personally in the class, “Ancestral Healing,” I’m taking that invites participants to examine the power dynamics in our family of origin. This takes me down unexamined rabbit holes that uproot memories not touched before or maybe remembered and tamped down because they were too hot to handle without the guiding hand of a skilled mentor. I’m probing old traumas with my women allies who are supporting my journey as we talk on zoom after each class. Releasing anger at past injustices, I can move forward with greater freedom and find forgiveness for myself and others.

    Is it possible for us as a country to uncover the truth of our history and stretch our imagination to envision a new story encompassing us all? Can we release memories of rage and bitterness, let go of grievances, and find peace? I believe this is the time to make a cosmic restoration and lift up the fallen sparks back to the One. Our future depends on this critical moment, on the new story we can weave and embody as a united people on this planet.

    As Martin Buber wrote, “Every human action is a vessel of infinite responsibility.” We each have the power within ourselves to make an individual tikkun, a personal healing.  Each of us can take back our own power by relinquishing the anger that consumes our energy and saps our ability to heal. With courage and hope, we can address this broken world and take it one step closer to a place that values justice, healing, and peace. Let us pray for enough light to enter through the cracks to guide us forward and shine our way to a new visions of the possible.

    Blessings,
    Lucinda

  • Dreaming into the Light

    Dreaming into the Light

    November 2021      Kislev 5782    

    Greetings,

     As we enter the new moon of the Hebrew month of Kislev, we keep our faith strong by following our hearts and connecting to our intuition, even in this darkest time of year. The miraculous is possible; that is the message embodied in the story of Chanukah we celebrate this month, symbolized by the discovery of one vial of pure oil that lasted for eight days, helping our people rededicate themselves to the One. What miracle can inspire us to dream again as one people in harmony with each other and the earth we inhabit?

    The pathway to healing this month comes through sleep and our capacity to rest and rejuvenate while accessing a deeper source of wisdom and knowing in our dreams. At this time of darkness and conflict in our external world, we can enter a different dimension of being in our dream state, an interior space that connects all humanity and taps into our collective hopes and aspirations. Our sages teach that when we are asleep, our souls are able to journey to the higher realms, and our dreams convey soul messages.

    What dreams are coming forward and turning into reality to inspire us and give us the hope we so desperately need? Three hopeful signs came my way just in the last week. This weekend our son visited us from Oregon, speaking at a recycling conference in Michigan that brought together innovative ideas from our brightest minds for the benefit of our planet and environment. My grandchildren are instructing me on the proper way to discard what I thought was trash and is actually a reusable resource. And at the tender age of 18, a young Dutch visionary founded the non-profit organization, Ocean Cleanup, that is revolutionizing the cleanup efforts of plastics in the Pacific Ocean.

    So many people, young and old, across this globe are dreaming of transformational technologies that hold the hope of creating a healthier and safer environment for us all. So many are understanding how we have squandered the treasures of our earth, how we have marginalized our black and brown sisters and brothers, how we have slanted our history to deny the reality of our failings. 

    These new realizations bursting into the light from the dark and subterranean recesses of our collective experience give me hope. They provide a beacon of truth amidst the confusion and chaos around us. In this month of darkness and light, let us invite in prophetic dreams that can illuminate our way forward, guiding us on unimagined pathways toward miraculous and startling new possibilities for healing the planet and her people. 

    Blessings, 

    Lucinda

  • Time of Quiet Stillness 

    Time of Quiet Stillness 

    With the coming of the new moon of Cheshvan, we move inward taking with us the deep connection to the One and our community that we have created during Elul and the holidays of Tishrei. On Simchat Torah, I danced with my 2 grandchildren and the Torah outside the Temple on a glorious early Fall evening. The congregation unfurled the Torah scroll and surrounded the children in a large circle.  I watched the awed expression on their faces as the rabbi read its holy words knowing we were part of an ancient ritual enacted by many generations that have come before us.

    Now, after the soul-full intensity of the holidays and joyful community interactions, we exhale. Especially during this Shmita year, this seventh year of the cycle of seven years, we move into a more reflective space. We know that winter is coming, and we need to confront the commitments we made during the holidays.  It is time to go beneath the surface and shift the patterns that have blocked our growth. We surround ourselves with warmth and protection, so we may touch into the difficult places that need to be revealed and released. 

    Our tradition invites us to savor this time of quiet stillness, this opportunity to rest and integrate all that we have taken in during the past months. Still reeling from the aftershocks of the pandemic, we touch into our vulnerability, our lack of control, our awakened understanding of the fragility of our existence.

    We take this opportunity to reconstitute our relationship to natural rhythms of body and earth, to water the roots of our intentions, and to discover a new balance. Like our ancestors, we are all being called upon to re-envision how to live life together on this ark of planet earth that is in danger of flood and fire.  We need these moments of quiet contemplation to touch into the inner well of wisdom that resides within each one of us to help us move forward as one people on this sacred planet earth. 

    Blessings, 

    Lucinda

  • Kol Nidre Reflection by Jodyn Platt

    How can I imagine tonight — the darkness setting in.

    Has the moon risen, too?

    Is the sky a purple glow of cloud cover and streetlights? Or is Orion sparkling on the roses? How can I imagine tonight after a year when all I could do was see one day ahead? How do I remember a year when all I could imagine was a mystery? The sun shines bright in a perfect blue sky as if it will last forever… lingers in the angles of autumn… and then, as if by magic, the sun sets. Why am I surprised?

    Why am I surprised, the nights before tonight, that I have so little to offer. Just an eddy of mismatched thoughts, of fragments, of no sense. No voice. Of I or we. Of One or two. Of community or chaos. Of now or then. No rhythm of ebb and flow; of ebb and flow. Of

    Wait. Listen gentle breath. Rise and fall.

    Here again. Kol Nidre. Hinei ani. And here we are. The Earth still solid to our feet, our seats, our heavy eyes. Atoms, mostly space, resisting, reacting, active while we rest our souls buried safely under the blankets of the year. Under covers that have offered safety, but weigh now heavy. We tremble beneath, — like Meg, it’s not just the weather that makes us shake. It’s the weather, on top of everything else.[1] And this year, everything else is, well, a lot. There’s no metaphor to contain the souls lost and lost again, the freeze that put lights out, the heat that melted mighty glaciers, or the rain that raises floods. The countless acts of anger. The nearness of dear ones. The distance of near ones. The heartbreak of separation and hidden faces. We asked to be in the attic yet fear the wind. The noise. The widening chasms between those others we barely knew before and know not now. Our words cannot contain the brokeness. Our hearts can. Our words cannot contain the wholeness. Our hearts can.

    I’ve longed for tonight. The quiet opening to a day of at-one.ment. A space to breathe. Deeply. The Divine. Feminine. Masculine. Divine fluidity. To feel the gentle rocking that lingers after the twelve-foot swells have said their peace. To sense the quiet and see whales dance after the bore tides gush in. Oceans meeting inland shifting mighty river flows from north to south to north.

    Tonight, in safety, we re-call, re-member, and re-view the waves we watched go by. The waves that crashed behind us. On top of us. The waves we surfed. The active relaxation at the end of our makeshift boards; misplaced tension and we fall and bounce back, soaked and salty, ears half plugged, limbs flailing and eyes uncertain if its safe open. Made at once buoyant and turbulent from a thousand tiny bubbles tickling the skin. Where am I now? Still out at sea? On a boat I cannot steer? Would I have it any other way? [2]

    Where are we now? The mind stretches to see. It sees what lies around. It sees the ground. It catalogs our present. And the mind, walled, has no ladder. The Heart stretches. It feels. It contains. It beats and senses Truth. It rises and returns. And has no destination. Kavannah and human deeds stretch our bodies. Move us out, or in, or in between to where we go next. [3]

    And in between, is breath. The rise and fall of connecting, letting go. The ebb and flow. The darkness seeking sparks of light. The sabbath candle casting shadows. We take solace in the dialectic patterns of our faith. Our search for God; God’s search for us. [4]

    Tonight, in the safety of the night, rocking, resting in motion on the melodies, we wrestle rough seas or gentle ones. We remove the covers, one by one. And doing so we see, we feel, we touch, we savor the interconnectedness of our hearts. Aborning to the interconnectedness of our inner selves and outer selves, to our children and our ancestors who themselves rise up, return, or catch a current to a far off shore. Electrons and La’alaphim quietly carry our imperfect humanity today, to yesterday, and to tomorrow. I am contained in what Is, what Was, and what Will be. We are contained in what Is, what Was, and what Will be.

    Tonight. The sun set. To rise on an eastern shore. Over a glassy sea. The glass mirrors the mountains and the sky. It holds the sun. It hides the darkness deep in ocean’s heart.

    Until a breath

    Tonight, together, sends ripples across the surface. Exposing the dark. Makes mountains tremble while they still stand strong. An ebb. A flow. A gentle surge of love sending rhythm through the light.

    [1] A Wrinkle in Time
    [2] Mary Oliver
    [3] Art Green
    [4] Abraham Heschel

  • What does the wisdom of this high holiday season have to do with this seismic shift that is underway by Deb Hansen

    Hineini. Pema Chodron observed:

    A quote by Pema Chodron discussing the cycle of problems and healing, emphasizing the importance of allowing space for grief, relief, misery, and joy.

    Joanna Macy calls these times the Great Turning. I’m calling this reflection, “What does the wisdom of this high holiday season have to do with this seismic shift that is underway?”

    We know from our own experience that transitions can be both wrenching and growth-filled, often changing the course of our lives –perhaps true not only for us as individuals, but also as a collective. Institutions and structures are crumbling before our eyes. In our bewilderment, anxiety, and exasperation, it’s natural to want something to cling to: a mask, a vaccine, science, a comfortable way of life, a way of seeing the world. But it’s the constancy of tradition that can be our most faithful companion.

    The first time I participated in a Kol Nidre service was with Chava Bahle in Traverse City. There was one looooong prayer shawl draped over the seats around all our shoulders, wrapping us in love and protection.

    So many of the concepts I thought were about our individual lives may be better understood as collective: collective reckoning and healing, collective teshuvah, collective transformation, collective salvation.

    This is a time when we ask forgiveness, one individual to another. But what about the collective apologies that could be made from one group to another? Could apologies done with integrity and heart help put us back into right relationship within the great circle of life? What might these apologies look like?

    On the 4th of July, I participated in a silent vigil in Harbor Springs on the site of one of Michigan’s Indian boarding schools, impossibly named Holy Childhood. As more and more remains of children are found on Turtle Island, imagine the opening that could be created if Pope Francis would offer a sincere apology to indigenous peoples for inflicting much of this harm in the name of G-d.

    What if the President of the United States repented on behalf of the nation for the harm that the government has inflicted in Latin America in the form of meddling with elections, assassination, support of dirty wars, coups, oppressive dictators, destruction of local economies and cultures, and the exploitation of people’s labor?
    What if Friday’s news led with an apology from ExxonMobil to our children and grandchildren, on behalf of the oil and gas industry, for perhaps the greatest crime against humanity. What’s the apology you long to hear?

    In these intense times, holes are appearing in our collective boat faster than we can plug them. The immune system of the caterpillar destroys the first imaginal cells of the butterfly until it is finally overwhelmed. Then something magical happens. Kol Nidre asks the Holy One to absolve the community’s vows from the prior year and the coming year. These vows could be seen as the many cords of loyalty or passivity that tether us to the status quo, even if it no longer brings life. The die has been cast, and the book will soon be sealed again. I think of Oran’s practice of allowing each day come to him. What if we would practice that, too during this shmita year? We could learn to surrender to the powerful forces at play and keep our joy as we learn to love one another and our world back to life.

    Amen.

  • Ebb and Flow, a Reflection by Jane Blumenthal

    All life, all time, ebbs and flows. Look around you at the world. It’s not just the tidal waters, the rivers and seas, coming in and going out. It is not just the moon, waxing and waning. It is the cycle of the seasons, the cycle of our holy year. It is the pattern of our lives. We are strong until we are not. We are weak, and then we find ways to tap into strength when we think we have no more to give.

    The wise do not want to remain always at the top of the wave. How exhausting that would be! Even the Divine, the Blessed Holy One, ebbed in a way we call tzimtzum. To ebb is to make space for others, for creativity and expansiveness, for partnerships and family. For love. For shards of light throughout creation.
    To ebb is to gather strength, gather power, like a coiled spring. It is in the ebb we have the power and the potential. When we flow out, we use that power to transform, to grow, to help, to heal. To turn the kaleidoscope and see new patterns in the light. To vibrate in attunement with the universe. To be on top of the world, not just the wave.

    Our ebb and flow is not in one world only and not in one plane only. We ebb and flow through the four worlds and spiral upward with each return. Return again, we sing. Return again.

    To avoid the ebb and flow would be to stay forever in one place, one plane, one world. To stay in one place, one state, is to fall backwards as the rest of creation ebbs and flows around us. To freeze in place would be to gain understanding, but not grow that understanding into wisdom; to have discernment and judgement, but no outpouring of lovingkindness as a result; to be too humble to persevere in the good fight; to deny our role in the manifestation, the Shekinah, in this world and all the worlds.

    Do not refuse to join the joyous dance of creation. The Lord of the Dance calls us to “Dance, dance, wherever you may be.” So let us join hands and dance through the gate of the new year. Let us choose life every time we have a choice; life with all its messy, contradictory, oscillating ebbs and flows. We can shout from the mountain tops and cry from the depths. Let us embrace the rhythm of ebb and flow, gather our energy and send it forth, ride the wave all the way in and the paddle back out to catch the next wave. Surf’s up!

    Dbarti.

  • Blessings for a Happy New Year 5782

    Blessings for a Happy New Year 5782

    September 2021    Tishrei 5782

    Greetings, 

    We are entering the new moon of the Hebrew month of Tishrei and the new year 5782. The many holidays of this month reflect its importance as a time of intention setting for the entire year, a time of recalibrating and reassessing how we are living our lives, a time of forgiving and starting anew. Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement, are the energetic centers of the year, the sacred moments that encourage us to profoundly connect with ourselves, our communities, and the Holy One.

    I usually feel such joy as I approach these times of reflection and reconnection. The meaningful customs of our tradition converge to awaken me to possibilities for new growth and creativity. The haunting sound of the shofar pierces the shell of my defenses and awakens me to a deeper truth.

    I struggle this year as we enter another holiday on Zoom to keep my spirits strong and clear. I am saddened that this is the second year that I will not be with my community in person to honor these holy days. I yearn to intimately help build the energetic container with prayer and chant that can inspire me and all of us to push beyond boundaries toward an unexplored path forward. And I will be fully present,  but just in a different way than I expected. All of life seems different from what I and many of us expected. Elaborately planned trips to loved ones simply disappear into the pandemic fog.

    Feeling vulnerable is part of this moment in sacred time. This year the sense of being unmoored is even stronger. By feeling and acknowledging our vulnerability, we can release old patterns that limit our capacity to embrace the unknown. It is compassion, the hallmark of this month, that can soothe fear and depression and help us accept what we can not change. Being kind and tender with ourselves will help us move through these chaotic and disruptive times. When we recite “The 13 Attributes of Compassion” each morning of Elul to prepare for the new year, we call toward ourselves the healing energy of love that keeps us firmly grounded. Like the Tree of Life, we root ourselves in the earth and stretch our branches to the heavens.

    I enter into this New Year buoyed by my daily practices that connect me to the Source and ask for the courage and fortitude to move through the profound changes I encounter with balance and equanimity. I trust we are ultimately evolving as a human species that can live peacefully and joyfully on this abundant planet earth. May we all learn to be part of the ever-changing dance of life that invites us to find compassion and forgiveness in our hearts as we learn to repair the wounded places that have torn us apart. With gratitude for this opportunity to connect with you from my heart, I wish you and your loved ones a happy and healthy New Year filled with blessings and love. 

    Blessings, 

    Lucinda

  • High Holy Days 5782 (2021)

    High Holy Days 5782 (2021)

    Each year the Pardes Hannah community selects a theme to guide us through the Days of Awe. This year’s theme is “Surfing the Ebb and Flow,” or in Hebrew veha-hayyut ratzo va-shov, meaning that the life force—the divine energy—flows out and returns, ebbs and flows. Based on a kabbalistic reading of Ezekiel 1:14, this captures a fundamental truth: that our lives, and indeed life itself, are in constant motion, rising and falling, like the tide, in a dance of ebb and flow.

    On one level this pertains to the nature of awareness itself. Sometimes our consciousness is expansive and spacious, in flow-mode (mohin de-gadlut), while other times consciousness contracts (mohin de-qatnut). In the flow mode, we feel ourselves to be awake, deeply aligned, or “plugged in”; when we are on the spectrum of ebbing, it is as though there is a film over our eyes, and we feel scattered or disconnected. At such times we often feel less alive, or even depleted and dry, only to give way to renewed moments of connection and enlargement.

    This oscillation unfolds in key aspects of our lives: in our spiritual practice, in our intellectual and work lives, in our embodiment, and in the web of our relationships. Pe’amim karov, pe’amim eino karov: Sometimes the Shekhinah is near, and sometimes She is hidden. The Zohar captures this dialectic by likening Shekhinah to a Well/Spring. Sometimes we feel the divine presence bubbling up like an artesian spring: at such moments, all we have to do is reach out our hands and drink from Her plenitude. Other times, the Shekhinah is more like a trickle at the bottom of a well, Her blessing accessed only by repeated effort (hishtadlut), by digging deep.

    We ask: What do we learn from fleeting moments of plenitude and grace? “Last forever!” we cry out in moments of flow and circumambient joy, but as Annie Dillard once noted, it won’t last forever; we were lucky to get it in the first place. Such is the ebb and flow that punctuates our lives. How do we work with and learn from the fallow periods…which are also our teachers? and from our falling away from connection, from our disappointments?

    The late 18th century Hasidic master, Moshe Hayyim Efraim of Sydelikow captures the fleeting nature of the hiyyut, the divine vitality: “As my grandfather, the Baal Shem Tov taught, “Veha-hayyut ratzo va-shov”: the life force is always flowing out and returning…This is the inner meaning of ordinary consciousness and expanded awareness, namely: No one can stand on one rung forever. Everyone is constantly going up and down, expanding and contracting. [Giving a positive spin to this dialectic, he adds]: The descent is necessary to ascend…for when a person knows and feels that they are in a state of qatnut [contraction] they may pray or call out from the place where one truly is.“

    From that awareness and acceptance of our lowly moments, deeper insight may emerge, paving the way (at least potentially) for a richer ascent. We might be moved to ask a question that is at the heart of the Days of Awe: Where are we truly at this moment? And: how may we serve from where we really stand? What insights may we harvest from both the array of both expansive and contracted states, and from the very fact of ratzo va-shov, the process of ebb and the flow itself.

    Moshe de Leon, the central writer of the Zohar, taught that this ebb and flow is rooted in the divine rhythms themselves. The sefirot, the energy centers within the divine Interface, are constantly in movement. De Leon writes: Take a jar of water on a sunny day and shake it, so that light is reflected on a whitewashed wall, in patterns of ever-shifting light. As you gaze upon the light, you find that it moves faster than the eye can see. Such is the movement of the divine ratzo va-shov.” Divinity here is a verb or gerund, a Becoming whose movement we cannot fully capture or arrest. Our namings of the divine are but freeze-frame images of an ever morphing, ever dancing God. Whenever I see light dancing on a tree in a garden, or light beams reflected on the side of a boat docked in a lake, I stop and meditate… following the dancing light, connecting it to the sefirotic movement and to the mystery that lies beyond our glimpsing. Now I see the light, now I don’t…It is like we are looking at an object through a high-powered spiritual microscope: that which seems solid is (from another perspective) a kaleidoscopic movement of sefirotic energy, or if you prefer, of electrons. But the kabbalists don’t stop there. Moving from the sefirotic unfolding to the divine Source itself, they claim that underneath all this movement there is the still Center, the Ein Sof, or infinite divine Ground from which the sefirotic movement emerges. As with the divine matrix, so too with us: all life partakes of the Ratzo va-Shov, the oscillation between stillness and movement, silence and song, ebb and flow.

    Especially as Tishrei approaches, I invite us to reflect on the rhythmic nature of our own lives: as old selves slowly fade away and new growth emerges, or as old patterns recombine and spiral back. In a sense, we all experience multiple “lives” and “deaths”—beginnings and endings—in our own lifetime. As Dylan sang decades ago, “Ah, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now.” But on another level, each of us emerges into life and ultimately passes into death; for some of us, this one precious life is all there is, for others of us, this life is an antechamber to another life or round (gilgul ha-neshamot) or seen as a Homecoming. Veha-hayyut ratzo, we bulk into life, va-shov: and we return, trans-formed, to the Source.

    Similarly, from a molecular viewpoint, death is not an absolute end, as we are all reconstituted or recycled: slowly becoming part of the earth, or perhaps, part of a limestone cave…life, over aeons, passing through us.

    Another way of thinking of the ebb and flow is to draw on a metaphor from contemporary physics, with parallels from Jewish mystical tradition: Sometimes we feel ourselves as particles, separate beings with hard boundaries; other times our being overlaps with another, in a kind of intimate Venn Diagram; and at yet other times, as our boundaries melt further, we experience ourselves as waves on the Ocean of being. The first experience, that of boundedness, is surely dominant in our lives and our ethics, built, like our social language, on solid subject-object distinctions. This level of awareness is often called “ordinary consciousness” by kabbalists. And it is also a mode for experiencing holiness. It is as particles that we cross the street, negotiate contracts, acknowledge the Otherness of the other, and move through much of our lives. But sometimes, perhaps when we experience grief, or melting joy—love in its many flavors—or eat great food, experience a runner’s high, etc., we become wave. “Veha-hayyut ratzo va-shov” the life-force ebbs and it flows. What do we learn from moments of wave consciousness, that we might take into our ordinary lives? How might remain open-hearted and cultivate the glimpses? What are the practices that might help us navigate the movement to and fro of consciousness? Reb Zalman Schachter-Shalomi z”l, the founder of Jewish Renewal movement, once suggested a practice that has stayed with me, one that enables us to reframe ordinary consciousness and to hold both particle and wave consciousness: “Do this for at least 40 days in a row, long enough for the practice to sink deeply into you….See yourself every day as a cell of the Living Earth.”

    This last example brings us to another dimension of this year’s theme: What does it mean to hold an awareness of the simultaneity of Ebb and of Flow in our lives, and in the lives of our communities? At some of our most expansive or joyous moments, other folks (even ones near to us) are experiencing dryness or loss….or perhaps just a humdrum boredom. And so too, on the individual level, perhaps we are we are experiencing flow in one part of our lives and contraction at another. As the midrashist had it, speaking about the heightened awareness of standing at Sinai: (Tanhuma, Yitro): ”God spoke all these words.” What is the meaning of All: it is the awareness that “God kills and brings to life in the same moments; God afflicts and heals all at once.” Think what is happening at this very moment in our communities, in the Middle East and the U.S., in our own homes: How do we hold this manifold, layered, ever-shifting reality? How can we bear to hold this? The claim is that at our most awake, expansive moments we can at least glimpse this deeper truth.

    Before we end, let us consider two more rivulets in this great multi-branched theme: Given the constant ebb and flow of the life-force, how can we find points of Balance in our lives. I am reminded of something my meditation teacher Sylvia Boorstein once said: “When someone asks you what is the right thing for me to do, the right answer is: do what will help you find Balance in your Life.” Of course, that wise (and subtle) answer elicits further questions and discernments. For surely, we can learn deeply when we are pulled to extremes: when we fall in love, when we dive into a new area of research or write a book, etc. But ultimately, the search for balance and integration is needed.

    In the late antique Jewish mystical work, Sefer Yetzirah (The Book of Creation) we read. “If our mind wanders and goes out (ratzo), then shov—bring awareness back to the center point, Ve-hashev yotzer al mekhono: Bring your creative consciousness back to equilibrium, to the resting place. Return to the zafu, as it were!

    Secondly, learning from an immersion in nature. Many of us discover this ebb and flow viscerally, cellularly, when we are most fully in the natural world. For example, it is April and I gaze on a slender branch that contains both the dead berry of last summer and this year’s tender bud, holding both in my awareness. Presence and Absence. Or: we are walking in the fields and forests, and as our senses quicken, we see all around us death, life, and regeneration all at once. We see burned forests slowly sprouting forth life, tender plants breaking through what had once been molten lava. We see decaying tree stumps sprouting forth new saplings or providing the material for new growth (think of mother or nurse logs). Increasingly, we experience how these cycles have been altered—disrupted—by our own actions and (too) Small Mind (mohin de-qatnut), disconnected consciousness, unaware of the intricate Web of Life.

    We are mostly Midwesterners in these-here parts. So, perhaps we enter Lake Michigan or Huron and body surf the rise and fall of the waves; or we travel to a coast and enter the ocean—we feel ourselves lifted up and supported by the tide, and willingly surrender to the greater rhythms. Other times, we exert our agency, coordinate our breathing and muscular movements, and swim hard against the tide. At low tide, we explore the tide pools, life made visible only during the waning. As night falls, we draw our attention to the Moon, whose very waning or waxing (and gravitational pull) influences the planetary tides. In Jewish mystical Tradition, the Moon is intimately linked with the Shekhinah, source and avatar of the divine ebb and flow. As our mind moves from the local to the expansive, we ask: How does the Shekhinah manifest in our embodied being: we who both carry and are carried by these rhythms, we who we yearn to skillfully surf the ratzo va-shov— in our small but precious lives, in the lives of our communities, and the life of our planet.

    We ask:

    What are the implications of the ratzo va-shov: for how we experience God and how we treat the other? For how we leave the year that is a-dying and enter the year that is aborning? As we live these questions, may our lives come to approach something like Prayer itself. As the poet Mary Oliver wrote: “So this is how you swim inward. So this is how you flow outwards. So this is how you pray.”

    Shanah tovah umetukah: may this be a year of Renewal, of good health and safety, of real connection. And in the words of the Zohar, may we find sweetness even amidst the bitterness.

    Heart to heart,
    Reb Elliot