11 November 2012

Heavenly Rain

Crunchy leaves underfoot and a blue sky with many white clouds announces Autumn, or the beginning of the winter season here in Israel. The sky was grey as I awoke. But then the sun smiled down on her children. By noon there came sauntering along a big grey cloud covering the sky above, then sweet rain pours down on every stone and blade of grass. Soon the grey cloud moves on to drench another area, and the blue sky reappears with sunshine. That is what you call heavenly rain. Each fluffy grey cloud has a list of programmed addresses to visit. Yesterday they were very generous in Elat, and today they are visiting Yerushalayimm. Very gently the season has changed. So today I put away my summer clothes with a sigh and fleeting memory of the warm days goneby. Busy rearranging drawers and closets, I unwrap my woolens and put them in their places. I'm ready! All ready for winter.

20 May 2012

Yom Yerushalayim

Today is Yom Yerushalayim and the city is alive with Simcha pouring out of everyone.

This morning I went to hear three shiurim on Yerushalayim, in Baka, and then after a garden lunch we all started our march from Baka to the old Derech Hevron and listened as our guide spoke of Avraham Avinu and his footsteps on the way to Har HaBayit. Some of us felt as if we were treading that same path.

On we went with our footsteps traversing a rugged path, thru trees, pebbles and stones, and then we came out onto the Tayelet. This is the very large winding walkway that just about traverses all of Yerushalayim. At least. From this hilltop pathway one could see almost all the other hilltops, Har HarHabayit, Har HaZeitim, Mt Scopus, a few Arab sounding hills too, plus Harei Yehuda, a desert moshav, the Yam HaMelech. As far as the eye could see, the expanse was breathtaking, all the way over to the sand hills of Yehuda and practically into Jordan.

The buses are running on a different schedule, because the streets are filling up with marchers. Up Rehov Ramban they are marching, in their white shirts, knitted kippot, flags flying high, and voices bellowing out patriotic tunes. I'm home now, in the afternoon, and my mirpeset door is open and there is a cacophony of birds singing, helicopters flying overhead, singing marchers, and cars with music rising and filling the crisp, clean air. The weather couldn't have been more excellent, a perfect blend of coolness and caressing warmth. (If I close my eyes, it sounds like Purim)

Photo from Arutz Sheva

HaShem must be getting Nachas from His children so full of joy for the love of Yerushalayim, and for the miracle that He performed for us.

How could a Jew stay in a land not his own, but one that celebrates turkey day, rabbits, and jingling bells?

My heart is in love, my Neshoma is home. Listen to what Dovid Green sings from his heart, the heart of a Jew:

“Jerusalem – Eye of the Universe."

Music, lyrics and vocals by Dovid (David Green)

The song is a powerful look at Jerusalem from Green’s eyes and is featuredin his new album, “Journey to the Real You.” Green immigrated to Israel with his family from Toronto ten years ago.

Jerusalem - Eye of the Universe is a passionate expression of Dovid's love for the holy city of Jerusalem. The song and video takes you on a tour of the layers of history and modern life of the place also referred to as the eye of the universe, for no matter what happens in Jerusalem, it finds it's way to the front pages of the news papers around the world. Here are the lyrics

Soul of the world
in the heart of the land
together we stand in the
eye of the universe

where G-d meets man
through the joy and the pain
eye of the universe

City of peace
between the body and the soul
and the heavens and the earth
between one another
and please one day with the nations of the world
like her people pray

no more need to fight
and her G-dly light
will shine even brighter
and revive the life
oh yerushalayim

I can't explain
but I've never felt this way
Ive gotta kiss the ground cause I'm overwhelmed
Im in love with this ancient city
theres something in the air
I never felt anywhere

tell me why
Im feeling more alive
with every step I take
as I make my way
to the heart of the holy city
and i touch the wall of stone
like it's a part of my bones
and with a gentle kiss I know
I finally found my way home

the prophets and the kings
in the temple worshiping
together we will sing in the
eye of the universe

Layers of living
Timeless city
I can't believe I'm witnessing
centuries in the history of my soul

09 May 2012

Dear Residents of Crown Heights

If this isn't one of the saddest things...

Open Your Eyes ...

Yes, you are teaching valuable Jewish history through visuals so they can/will/might touch the yiddishe neshoma and stir a longing to actually return Home to the "3,000 Year Old REAL WORLD," in Yerushalayim where one can place a note in the actual KOTEL for real:

Crown Heights Museum Brings Kids 3,000 Years Of Jewish History

25 April 2012

Numbers Speak Volumes

According to figures published by the Central Bureau of Statistics on the eve of Israel's 64th Independence Day on Tuesday, the country's population stood at 7.881 million. At its establishment, the population of Israel was 806,000.

25 March 2012

One by One ...

We seem to be in an excelerated phase of the coming Geula.
One by One ...

Rav Shlomo Brevda Shlita, who was rushed to Sloan Kettering Hospital, and is reportedly in critical condition R”L. Rav Brevda is known world-wide, as a famous Magid Shiur who has delivered thousands of drashos in Jewish communities worldwide. Rav Brevda is also the Mechaber of numerous seforim. The name for Tehillim is Shlomo Leib ben Miriam.

Rav Shteinman is quoted as having said ... that "to our distress just about no "talmidei chachomim gedolim" remain in our generation, and the few that remain should be treated with great respect."

The Rebbe's New Kapital Tehillim

Harav Ginsburgh's new Nigun for the Lubavitcher Rebbe's new chapter of Tehilim (111) for this year

ניגון פרק קיא בתהלים

05 March 2012

Freedom Without Wings*

I came across this very touching story and wanted to keep it, so I place it here to share. The words are of the author in the picture, with 'Freedom'.

Freedom and I have been together 11 years this summer. She came in as a baby in 1998 with two broken wings. Her left wing doesn't open all the way even after surgery, it was broken in 4 places. She's my baby.

When Freedom came in she could not stand and both wings were broken. She was emaciated and covered in lice. We made the decision to give her a chance at life, so I took her to the vet's office. From then on, I was always around her. We had her in a huge dog carrier with the top off, and it was loaded up with shredded newspaper for her to lay in. I used to sit and talk to her, urging her to live, to fight; and she would lay there looking at me with those big brown eyes. We also had to tube feed her for weeks.

This went on for 4-6 weeks, and by then she still couldn't stand. It got to the point where the decision was made to euthanize her if she couldn't stand in a week. You know you don't want to cross that line between torture and rehab, and it looked like death was winning. She was going to be put down that Friday, and I was supposed to come in on that Thursday a fternoon. I didn't want to go to the center that Thursday, because I couldn't bear the thought of her being euthanized; but I went anyway, and when I walked in everyone was grinning from ear to ear. I went immediately back to her cage; and there she was, standing on her own, a big beautiful eagle. She was ready to live. I was just about in tears by then. That was a very good day.

We knew she could never fly, so the director asked me to glove train her. I got her used to the glove, and then to jesses, and we started doing education programs for schools in western Washington . We wound up in the newspapers, radio (believe it or not) and some TV. Miracle Pets even did a show about us.

In the spring of 2000, I was diagnosed with non-Hodgkin's lymphoma. I had stage 3, which is not good (one major organ plus everywhere), so I wound up doing 8 months of chemo. Lost the hair - the whole bit. I missed a lot of work. When I felt good enough, I would go to Sarvey and take Freedom out for walks. Freedom would also come to me in my dreams and help me fight the cancer. This happened time and time again.

Fast forward to November 2000 the day after Thanksgiving, I went in for my last checkup. I was told that if the cancer was not all gone after 8 rounds of chemo, then my last option was a stem cell transplant. Anyway, they did the tests; and I had to come back Monday for the results. I went in Monday, and I was told that all the cancer was gone.

So the first thing I did was get up to Sarvey and take the big girl out for a walk. It was misty and cold. I went to her flight and jessed her up, and we went out front to the top of the hill. I hadn't said a word to Freedom, but somehow she knew. She looked at me and wrapped both her wings around me to where I could feel them pressing in on my back (I was engulfed in eagle wings), and she touched my nose with her beak and stared into my eyes, and we just stood there like that for I don't know how long . That was a magic moment. We have been soul mates ever since she came in. This is a very special bird.

On a side note: I have had people who were sick come up to us when we are out, and Freedom has some kind of hold on them. I once had a guy who was terminal come up to us and I let him hold her. His knees just about buckled and he swore he could feel her power course through his body. I have so many stories like that..

I never forget the honor I have of being so close to such a magnificent spirit as Freedom.

Cancer is a strange cell. You can go along for years in remission and then one day it pops its head up again. If you ever have it you will never be free of it. Pray for the day there will be a permanent cure.


*America Without Freedom

04 February 2012

Crown Heights Friends

Ladies come together to celebrate -

Greet Moshiach’s Tambourine event is Sunday, 12 Shevat, Feburary 5.

Mothers, we encourage you to bring your daughters.

Special guest artist, a Russian musician will play keyboard while we dance.

Please note: First we will learn together in 770, and then go to a private home for lunch and the workshop.

12 noon: “Moshiach Class,”in 770 synagogue women’s section,
770 Eastern Parkway
2 PM: Lunch & Workshop

Muchnik Gallery

Chassidic Art Gallery:

A short walk from the East River, through cobblestone streets shadowed beneath skyscrapers and the Manhattan Bridge, sits an art gallery right above the hub of a quaint bar in the up-and-coming Brooklyn neighborhood of Dumbo.

Zalman Kleinman Art Gallery

16 January 2012

The Sky

He said the weather in Israel was boring! How could he say such a thing. But then, that was who he was.

Now, take me, a new resident in this eclectic country of myriad Jewish souls. The weather to me is an exciting way to wake to the beginning of a new day. The window is right near my bed, unencumbered by curtains, yawning a scene of magnificence very different each morning. The majestic sun's first rays color the sky a deep crimson, then golden hues rise up and splash on the wall over my bed.

Time to start the day! That's my cue on many a 6:30 am.

But sometimes clouds slide in on occasion to pale my excitement.

I love the diversity of regal scenes that HaShem covers our world's ceiling to awaken and stimulate our Neshomas ......... if one only takes the time to notice.

Pictures courtesy ArutzSheva