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    The Rising Life

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      forth new creation.

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      S H A B B A T, C H A L L A H & W O M A N

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      R I S I N G

      “The good life is a process, not a state of bein

      It is a direction, not a destina

      g

      ti

      .

      o

      —

      n

      C

      .”

      arl Rogers

      “THE ART OF COOKERY IS THE CONSTANT EXPRESSION OF THE PRESENT.”

      — AUGUSTE ESCOFFIER, FRENCH CHEF

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      It is a direction, not a destination.”

      Chapter III

      Living in the Process

      and Loving every Moment

      “The reward of a mitzvah is the mitzvah itself.”

      — Avot 4:2

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      R I S I N G

      We live in a fast-moving world.

      It’s a world of information downloaded at the speed of light,

      of travel from one end of the planet to the other in the space of

      day, and of technology that progresses so quickly, it’s making the

      twenty-somethings seem old. Everything needs to happen im-

      mediately, if not sooner. Patience and longing seem to be emo-

      tional relics of the past. And, truthfully, as a person living fully in

      this generation, I think you’ll agree with me that there’s nothing

      quite as frustrating as that little color wheel (hourglass, loading

      line . . . ) that shows up on our screens and tells us that we have

      to . . . wait?!

      We buy new appliances, new gadgets with the promises of

      faster, more immediate results. If that doesn’t happen imme-

      diately, we move onto the next web page, the faster lane, the

      drive-thru . . . . These are symptoms of a result-oriented and,

      dare I say it, male-oriented society.

      This world was created in a manner that calls for our involve-

      ment in its perpetuation. Our input drives the evolution of phys-

      ics, technology, medicine, and the arts, and yet, woven into the

      very fabric of creation, is Shabbat, a Divinely ordained day of

      rest.

      Weekday reality is one of productivity and proactive creativi-

      ty. During the six days of the week, we are called upon to use our

      unique gifts to effect change in our surroundings. When Shabbat

      arrives, we are summoned to accept all that exists at that very

      moment as perfection. We are not meant to change anything.

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      L I V I N G I N T H E P R O C E S S

      Shabbat reality is one of stillness and deep appreciation of the

      inherent unity of all that exists, as it is, right now.

      Kabbalah/the Jewish mystical tradition explains that the Cre-

      ator creates and sustains the world through a delicate balance

      of male and female energies, with the male element being that

      of a giver and the female, the receiver. The world is infused with

      a “giving” male quality and sustained by a “receiving” female

      quality.

      The workweek is the expression of the male, “giving” ener-

      gy in the universe, while Shabbat is where the female expres-

      sion of receiving is welcomed and sustained. It is precisely this

      interplay of the workweek and Shabbat, the balance between

      ambition and satisfaction, creativity and receptivity, exhale and

      inhale, that keeps the world in a healthy equilibrium.

      We live in world that still largely believes itself to be in sur-

      vival mode, a “dog eat dog” reality as it were, where ego is king

      and productivity is measured in numbers. In this society, we

      have come to value the male, result-oriented weekday energy as

      making more of a significant contribution to the development of

      our world than the female, sustaining Shabbat energy, though, in

      truth, both are equally vital.

      Honoring the Process

      In the role of nurturer, so much of what is accomplished is im-

      mediately undone. We wash a dish, only to have it dirtied once

      again. We make a bed only to have it slept in again, do the laun-

      dry only to have it be worn again, and listen empathetically to

      our child or friend only to have him or her cry about something

      else (or, more likely, the very same thing!) the next day.

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      R I S I N G

      When our day-jobs consist of clients and tasks to be complet-

      ed and the items we tick off on our to-do lists actually stay done,

      we may find ourselves lured to the male, result-oriented reality,

      and understandably so. However, allowing ourselves to be tied

      closely to results in all areas of life will leave us continuously

      disappointed and wanting during our “off-work” hours.

      What if we could enter, for at least part of the day, into the

      feminine, sustaining reality and fully be in that place? What if

      the point of washing the dish is the washing itself, not the clean

      dish that results? What if the point of listening is just the listen-

      ing—being fully present for the person in front of us—not the

      offering of solutions?

      The practice of separating the challah is unique amongst other

      Jewish rituals in that it is one that occurs mid-process. We don’t

      wait for the fully braided, egged, and baked challahs to emerge

      from the oven before reciting the blessing. Rather, we honor the

      process of the baking by removing a piece of the unbaked and

      unformed dough and reciting a blessing specifically at that time.

      Challah baking is unique in that, regardless of modern tech-

      nology and time-saving techniques, it is still a process that re-

      quires our presence and participation. When we put our hands

      into the challah bowl and knead the ingredients together, we

      actively participate in the feeding of our families. And, when we

      direct our focus and intention into the combining of the ingredi-

      ents, we raise our own awareness of this nurturing and provide

      our families with more of ourselves.

      In my challah classes I often encounter comments such as,

      “You are a professional. My challahs are not going to look like

      that,” or, “Look at my challah, it looks your challah’s uglier little

      sister,” or, “I have a PhD in English Literature but I have no de-

      gree in baking. This is just not going to work.”

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      L I V I N G I N T H E P R O C E S S

      My response to these comments has been, and continues to be,

      that the deepest connection, the mitzvah of separating challah,

      occurs long before the challah looks pretty or otherwise. This

      suggests that the gift of the challah occurs within the process of

      making the challah. Nobody’s dough is inherently prettier than

      the next person’s. It’s not about the finished product. When we

      are fully present during the process, the results—though they

      may not be “perfect looking”—will be a flawless reflection of our

      love and care. And, therefore, the challah is perfect.

      This idea holds true, so true, in the raising of our children and

      the nurturing of our loved ones. When we parent and nurture

      with our whole being and focus on the process rather than try

      to achieve desired results, we find that the results end up being


      sweet and perfect.

      The Power of Presence

      How often, in our rush to get to the next thing, do we hurry

      along our loved ones, sometimes saying the words “hurry up”

      more frequently than we say “I love you”? We often forget that

      the magic is happening in the moment, right before our very

      eyes. We just need to stop and be there—to bring all of ourselves

      to that very instant and be totally and completely present.

      A funny thing happened at the Western Wall.

      It was the spring of 2009 and my first time back in Jerusalem

      since I had stood at the Wall as a pimply teenager, praying for

      things I couldn’t even fathom.

      This time, my prayers and my life had changed beyond recog-

      nition. I was old enough to understand what I was praying for

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      R I S I N G

      and clear-skinned enough to know that everything heals with

      time. It was at that moment that I heard my name being called

      from somewhere behind me. I turned around and saw a woman

      I had met many years earlier. She had lived near us in Brooklyn

      at least ten years prior and had eventually emigrated to Jeru-

      salem, as many of our congregants have done over the years. I

      remembered her as a “wild child,” a party-loving college grad

      who was always seeking the next thrill. She looked different

      now, centered and serene.

      After dispensing with the hugs and exclamations, I asked her

      what she was up to and why she looked so changed.

      Her next words truly surprised me. “Remember when, eight

      years ago, I came to speak privately with you and shared the dif-

      ficulties I was going through at the time?” I did remember. Quite

      clearly in fact, as it was early in my days of growing a community

      and I remember the overwhelming feeling of responsibility (and

      intimidation) I felt when someone asked for my(!) advice. “That

      meeting with you changed the entire direction of my life,” she

      continued. “I moved to Israel, started studying, and my whole

      center of being shifted.”

      I will admit to having experienced a moment of pride right

      then, as I imagined that I had told her something so earth-shat-

      tering that it had changed the course of her entire life. Well, my

      pride was properly put into place because when I asked her

      what it was that I had told her, she answered, “I actually don’t

      remember a word you said.”

      Hmm. So much for my theory of myself as wise sage. She con-

      tinued to say, with tears in her eyes, that, “it wasn’t the words

      you said [those “brilliant” words that I stayed up all night formu-

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      L I V I N G I N T H E P R O C E S S

      lating, mind you], it was just the fact that at the moment of our

      meeting, I truly felt that there was nobody else on Earth besides

      for you and me. I felt important and recognized and this turned

      out to be the turning point in my spiritual journey.”

      Such is the power of being present. Just you and I, wholly and

      completely in the moment. Nothing else matters.

      According to the sages of the Talmud (Nedarim 20b), the ideal

      moment for conception occurs when man and woman are fully

      and completely focused on each other. With no thoughts of any

      other person, and nothing in the world existing but the two of

      them, they create and draw down a new soul and life that is per-

      fect and whole.

      When our loved ones see that the buzzing phone distracts us

      from them, it reduces their feeling of mattering. When our chil-

      dren observe that our attention is always divided, they absorb

      the message that they are not so important. When the one we

      love walks through the door and we put down the phone so that

      we can be there for him or her, we are making a powerful state-

      ment that reverberates for life, louder than the ringing, buzzing,

      or beeping of any electronic device.

      We don’t need to graduate Le Cordon Bleu to bake a challah,

      much as we generally don’t earn a PhD in child psychology be-

      fore we parent. We go through this life armed with ourselves . .

      . and that’s it. But, when we truly connect with our inner selves

      and respect the gift that bringing this whole self to the table tru-

      ly is, we create something beautiful. The challahs that are baked

      with care, much like the child raised with the blessing of his or

      her parents’ full presence of being, are perfect creations and

      they will rise.

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      R I S I N G

      A Life Lived Fully

      I want to tell you about my mother-in-law, of blessed memo-

      ry. I called her Shvigger, a guttural-sounding Yiddish word for

      mother-in-law that became beautiful to me by association. My

      shvigger was my greatest role model for a person who gives the

      most singular gift in life by her very presence. Her parenting

      model was far from conventional, yet she raised incredibly con-

      fident, self-respecting, and happy children. She did so simply by

      being completely and ecstatically herself and being fully present

      for her loved ones.

      Her home was her castle, her kingdom the kitchen table, and,

      sitting there, over countless mugs of coffee and chocolate jelly

      rings, I learned the invaluable lessons of a life lived fully.

      The work of the priests in the Temple is often compared to the

      traditional work of the nurturer—that of caring for, comforting,

      and feeding one’s family. The work of the priests was mostly me-

      nial and repetitive. They were, quite literally, getting their hands

      dirty in the service of G-d. And with each sweep of their brooms,

      with each cleaning of the altar, they declared that this work was

      Divine service, and it truly was. In fact, it was this menial work

      that hinged the connection of the entire Jewish nation with G-d.

      As nurturers, serving in our own mini temples, when we are

      continuously aware that the work of our hands and of our hearts

      is a form of Divine expression and connection, we are living fully.

      When the Torah lists long life as a reward for the fulfillment of

      specific mitzvot, the term used is “length of days” (Devarim 11:21).

      Indeed, those words contain the key to a fulfilled and whole-

      some life: a life in which each day is filled to capacity. While we

      pray to attain long years, we can only choose to act upon that

      which is within our power and acquire long days.

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      L I V I N G I N T H E P R O C E S S

      A long (i.e. full) day is one in which we are completely present

      at every given moment. It is a day during which I waste no time

      worrying about that mother in PTA who may (or may not) have

      been judging me for my choice of outfit, a day during which I

      don’t simply hope for time to pass so I can get to the next stop on

      my itinerary, a day during which I simply live each moment. If it

      is a PTA meeting, I am fully there for my child. If I am in traffic, I

      can allow myself to be in my thoughts and focus on whatever it is

      I’d like to think about instead of simply waiting for the next car

      to m
    ove, the next light to change, and the traffic to clear.

      Perhaps this is why time moves faster for adults than for chil-

      dren. Small children don’t waste time thinking of end results or

      others’ judgments; they are too busy living fully in each moment

      and, as such, each moment is complete. Each breath is filled with

      wonder, each tick of the clock an opportunity, every step an ex-

      cuse for discovery, every day a lifetime.

      My shvigger, to our deep sorrow, did not live a conventionally

      long life, but it was a life lived so fully and completely —no time

      wasted on regret—that she may have well lived a hundred and

      twenty years.

      As we knead the challah dough, we put our arms, hearts, and

      minds into the process. Not waiting for it to be “over with” so we

      can eat the challah, we are mindful of the process of creating the

      dough itself.

      We take a piece of the raw dough and recite a blessing. As

      in all aspects of our lives, it is the raw material from which we

      create and shape and form, and it is upon this unfinished and

      unformed dough that we recite a blessing. As we separate the

      dough, we draw blessing down into our sustenance, homes, and

      lives, grateful for the process of living, and praying for a life lived

      fully.

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      R I S I N G

      "THE MEETING OF TWO PERSONALITIES IS LIKE THE CONTACT OF TWO CHEMICAL

      SUBSTANCES, IF THERE IS ANY REACTION, BOTH ARE TRANSFORMED.”

      —JUNG

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      Chapter IV

      Setting the Stage

      : an Environment for Rising

      "…Man does not live by bread alone, but rather by what emanates

      from the mouth of Hashem does man live."

      — Devarim, 8:3

      SUBSTANCES, IF THERE IS ANY REACTION, BOTH ARE TRANSFORMED.”

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      R I S I N G

      At the court of Rabbi Schneur Zalman of Liadi, the great Chasidic

      master also known as the Alter Rebbe (lit. old master), there was

      a chasid, Reb Shmuel Munkes, who was a great and learned man

      in his own right. He had the temperament of a jolly jester and, as

      such, was often employed to help lighten the atmosphere. Indeed,

      many an opportunity lent itself to his wittiness and humor.

      At one particular farbrengen (Chasidic gathering), Reb Shmuel

      Munkes was asked to recite some words of wisdom. The assembled

      crowd waited in anticipation to hear something lighthearted and

     


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