Thursday, January 29, 2009

Making decisions- Fiction


She entered the flower shop, uneasy. In all of Malia's twenty-nine years, she had never attempted something so daring or stupid. Secure and confident at her position in the office of Dr. Bernard E. Hayes, psychotherapist, where she coordinated, kept records for, and assisted in psychoanalyzing the patients from the mental hospital, Malia needed a change of pace. She passed by the flower shop daily on her way to work, and the bright colors and peaceful atmosphere teased her and made her fantasize about a bright future, away from the gray carpeting and mustard- yellow walls of her dimly- lit office. Finally, and opportunity arose: a sign posted in the window sparked her curiosity and made her think twice before trudging on to work: Help wanted. Full- time position available. And so, the process began- analyzation, yeses, nos, are-you-crazys, and then the realization that what she had just wasn't making it. It was time to actualize her childhood dreams and open the door to a new future. "I'm here to apply for the job," she told the woman behind the counter.

Sunday, December 07, 2008

Response to Mumbai

Processing...
How to think, how to feel.
What can I do, how will we carry the torch?
Upholding legacies, uplifting sparks.
Refining, purifying.
Surviving. Somehow.

How to live, how to love.
How to continue, how to proceed.
Retain the fire, let it blaze through thte darkness.
Light up the night!!

Raise the torch, burn the flame.
Illuminate the frigid darkness
With the flame of love.
Seek out every last flame, clean the wick.
Let not the flames dwindle.
Seek out the remnant,
Hear the lone soul cry.

Band together- brethren, sisters.
Bond together, add your light.
Let it burn bright in the night.
Watch the darkness slip away.
No one can extinguish the flame-
The bonfire rages, it overtakes the world,
Showering the longawaited sparks of redemption.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Next Time You Pass a Trash Can...


Throw your cigarette butt on the ground, and come back six months later. It will still be there, exactly as you left it, littering the street or yard. Even if you returned to the exact spot two years later, chances are your cigarette butt would still be there, as would a tin can hastily tossed 80 years previously. So much litter is incorrectly disposed of, remaining in the same spot before decomposing. A cigarette butt may take anywhere from one to twelve years to break down and return to the earth, whereas a tin can takes 90 years to biodegrade, and a styrafoam container is estimated to decompose in more than one million years (“Litter Reduction Program”). Every year in the state of Washington alone, over 16 million pounds of “stuff” are tossed and blown onto interstate, state, and county roads. Another 6 million pounds are tossed in parks and recreation areas, and although over four million dollars are spent each year to combat the eyesore litter creates, staff estimates that only 25-35% gets picked up (“Litter Campaign”). Even in outer space, more than 4 million pounds of debris float above Earth, providing a dangerous game of dodge ball for billion-dollar spacecraft (Sparks). In order put a stop to littering, a person need only look at the disastrous effects on the environment that carelessness causes, and consider reforming his thought process slightly to improve the surrounding world.

True, it is difficult to stop littering, especially since proper distribution of garbage cans is regrettably not up to par. Cigarette ashtrays are missing from the ordinary litterbin, providing a tough decision for the environmental-conscious smoker. Trash receptacles are rarely available at construction sites, where workers are forced to drop their lunch waste atop the pile of building waste and hope it all is cleaned up when the job terminates. The convenience of simply dropping an empty container on the ground vastly outweighs the effort involved in finding a trash receptacle, or the annoyance of pocketing it and remembering to dispose of the trash at a later time. Especially in the rush of the city, running after an escaped napkin is hard to fathom when one is pressed for time. In the suburbs, who can avoid crows and animals opening up bags of trash lunch, later abandoned hastily on the curb? Squirrels inevitably chew through even the toughest of garbage cans, and one obliged to purchase another trash can, since new lids are not available individually in stores. As to the dumping of nuts, bolts, and other satellite pieces into the growing orbital junkyard, it is hard to imagine a better place which can hold unlimited amounts of broken machinery at such a minimal cost. To be sure, orbiting debris has damaged some spacecraft; however, the cost of cleaning out the existing junk is prohibitively expensive and very difficult.

Our world is being diminished by litter. What most litterers overlook is the harmful and dangerous effects to society the split-second carelessness causes and has caused to everyone on earth. Litter discarded in streets and recreational areas can travel through the storm water system to bays and oceans, where it causes harm to wildlife. Ducks in Maryland’s Chesapeake Bay area were recently discovered dead, their stomachs full with plastic bags. Closer investigation and tracking found a collection of discarded plastic bags underwater, which the mother ducks, mistaking them for food, delivered to their chicks, causing their death. Even organic matter, such as dog droppings, leaves, and grass clippings, pollutes waterways and degrades to form a rich source for algae in the wrong places (“Littering”). According to the U.S. Water News Online, “runoff from farmland laden with chicken manure has been linked to high concentration of phosphorous in waterways” in Georgia, and the Canoochee River, which runs through southeastern Georgia, is now “algae-choked” and unattractive to citizens. Linda Burkhalter remembers playing in the Canoochee with her sisters 50 years ago, when the water was cleaner. Litter can also be a fire hazard. Accumulated litter and hastily discarded cigarette butts are potential fire hazards, and countless fires caused by lit cigarette butts have been started all across the world. Innocent birds may, from time to time, pick up a lighted cigarette and drop it in their nest, a result of smokers’ inattention and carelessness (“Cigarette Butt Litter—In The News”). According to the National Fire Protection Association, cigarette-caused fires result in more than 1,000 civilian deaths, 3,000 critical injuries (many among firefighters), and $400 million in direct property damage each year. Litter is a threat to public health, attracting rats, mosquitoes, flies, and other insects, and providing a breeding ground for bacteria (“Littering”). Once mice and rats are underfoot, feeding off trash and subway litter, diseases spread quickly, as evidenced by the deathly European Black Plague. Broken glass and other discarded sharp objects may injure people and may lead to disease such as tetanus or hepatitis (“Littering”). Additionally, littering also extends to the outer space, an open area for dumping. Modern space stations that are set into orbit are now covered by a bulletproof material called Kelvar for protection against particles smaller than one centimeter, and radar is put to use in detecting larger flying objects. But the pieces larger than one centimeter and smaller than ten centimeters in length are too small to be spotted by the radar, and too large to be stopped by the Kelvar. "If the ISS gets hit at a critical spot with one of those, it's going to be a bad day," stated Nicholas Johnson, chief scientist and program manager for orbital debris studies at NASA Johnson Space Center. "A 5-centimeter object coming toward the space station is going to put a hole in it." A centimeter-long piece of metal off an old Delta launch vehicle orbits the Earth at 6.2 miles per second, and packs the same punch as a small bus traveling 62 mph on Earth. A tethered rocket was lost in 1994 when a miniscule bit of space debris effectively sliced through the tether, and the Hubble Space Telescope had a three-quarter-inch hole shot clear through its high-gain antenna by a small object (Sparks).

Litter looks bad and negatively affects the image of places, especially tourist locations. In California, a person convicted of littering can be charged up to $1,000 because of littering, and sentenced up to 16 hours cleaning up graffiti or litter(“Littering”). It’s just not worth it. As an individual, the most powerful factor in effecting a change may be to remember that refraining from littering may be one small action, but small actions do add up, and it’s doable. Other preventative measures include checking the litter conditions near a person’s home, including securely closed trashcans, covering loose items in boats, and ensuring a litterbag is in the car. Sharing information about the harmful effects of littering with friends and family also spreads awareness, and will open the eyes of the unaware. Missouri elementary school teachers can receive individual awards signed by the governor for completing a litter-free syllabus. Washington State has created programs to promote awareness that include roadway signage, special events, and reminders on state agency materials . The law enforcers have even begun asking people if they have a litterbag, and reminding citizens it’s the law. Businesses should promote litter awareness and recycling and encourage litter-free living for employees. The UN has added guidelines recommending that all new spacecraft be fitted with propulsion valves that will propel objects toward Earth's atmosphere within 25 years after they expire, harmlessly burning up in the upper layers of the atmosphere.

As world population grows and the quest for environmental-friendly living conditions continues, each person can contribute his share by being conscious of his trash. Ascertaining that litter is placed in appropriate trash receptacles and biodegradable material is properly disposed of ensures a healthy environment for all, and keeps wildlife in its natural cycle. Littering is an area that can be reformed ‘one small deed at a time,’ leading to the healthy Earth everyone desires.

Monday, May 12, 2008

Riding...


Come on and ride the train

step on board, take your ticket

no two are the same

you'll soon be going for a ride

there's nowhere to run no place to hide

you're riding riding riding on the train-


But you try to check your ticket

and you don't know what it means

will you get to sit on velvet

and dine on fine cuisine?

Or is your place to be up on

a worn out wooden seat

with a slice of old and crusty bread

your only food to eat_


Come on and ride the train


the doors are closing, the whistle's blowing

now you must remain

the locomotive's on a roll

just some things you can't control

you're riding riding riding on the train-


So you ask an older passenger

how long will this ride be?

he says "sorry son I can't say

there is no guarantee

it might be the next station,

we'll be there in no time

but maybe if you're lucky

you can stay till the end of the line"


music


Then you take a walk up through the train

each boxcar one by one

most are filled by people saying

this ride's just for fun

why think about tomorrow

when you've got today instead

sit back enjoy the view

there's miles and miles of rail ahead


Ride the train.....come on everybody ride the train

ride the train.......come on everybody, ride the train


But one car seems so different

inhabited by few

who say there is no time to waste

we're only passing through

the choices that you make today

are all that's gonna last

this train is moving down the track

and it's moving awful fast


Come on and ride the train

step on board take your ticket

no two are the same

you'll soon be going for a ride

there's nowhere to run

no place to hide

you're riding riding riding on the train.......


(Journeys II)

Monday, November 26, 2007

Nineteen


n 1798, Rabbi Schneur Zalman of Liadi, the author of the Tanya and the Shulchan Aruch, was imprisoned on the false charges that his teachings undermined the authority of the czar of Russia (in truth, he was spreading Torah). For 52 days he was held in the Peter-Paul
Fortress in Petersburg. He was miraculously released on the 19th of Kislev.

Among the Rebbe's interrogators was a government minister who possessed broad knowledge of the Bible and Jewish studies. On one occasion, he asked the Rebbe to explain the verse in Beraishis (3:9): "And Hashem called out to Adam and said to him: 'Where are you?'" Did
Hashem not know where Adam was?

Rabbi Schneur Zalman presented the explanation offered by several of the commentaries: the question "Where are you?" was merely a "conversation opener" on the part of Hashem, who did not wish to unnerve Adam by immediately confronting him with his wrongdoing.

"What Rashi says, I know," said the minister. "I wish to hear how the Rebbe understands the verse."
"Do you believe that the Torah is eternal?" asked the Rebbe. "Do you believe that its every word applies to every individual, under all conditions, at all times?"
"Yes," replied the minister. Rabbi Schneur Zalman was extremely gratified to hear this. The czar's minister had affirmed a principle which lies at the basis of the teachings of Rabbi Yisroel Baal Shem Tov, the very teachings and ideology for which he was standing trial!

"'Where are you?'" explained the Rebbe, "is Hashem's perpetual call to every man. Where are you in the world? What have you accomplished? You have been allotted a certain number of days, hours, and minutes in which to fulfill your mission in life. You have lived so many years
and so many days," -- here Rabbi Schneur Zalman spelled out the exact age of the minister -- "Where are you? What have you achieved?"

Exercise for the day: Ask yourself these questions: Where am I holding b'ruchniyus?
What am I achieving? What have I achieved this past month?
If you don't like your answers for any reason- What one thing am I going to improve upon?

In response to the Candle:


What is a flame?
As the days and minutes tick past, leading up to the holiday of lights, we ask ourselves,
What is a flame?

A flame is an everlasting light, a piece of something, but really it's nothing... is it? What is light?

A flame only exists attached to a wick, a snippet of cotton, a stick of wood, meaningless, right?

What is it that draws us, warms and enlightens us- what is this conglomerate of nothing and something that entraps me, making my eyes shine?

The flame is my soul.

It's inside of me, on top of my head, outside of me, flittering here and there, it reminds me of me.
It's the part of my being stiff and hard, it's the part of me silent and yearning. It's the part of me that's bound to time, space, and my stomach's rumbling. It's the part of me that wants to transcend, to fly away, to leave the confinement behind and join the bigger flame. It's the part where I want nothing but- nothing.

Struggle.
Which will win?

Yet there descends a strange peace, a content and tranquility which never before visited the earth.
With every flame there descends ESSENCE. Mutuality. Working together. Common goal.

Thursday, November 01, 2007

Mean it!


When the going gets tough, the tough get going.
Where are you going? I ask myself, where am I going, that I have to run so fast?
I hope to a good place.
A real place.
An honest place.
A place where G-d dwells.

What do the great ones say?
Not to do it becausse you've been doing it all your life,
because you did it yesterday, the day before last, since you were five,
but find within yourself that drive to do it...
Because...
you
want it.
Break all the nicknames, all the routines and cliches.
Why are you washing your hands in the morning?
Not because you did so yesterday.
Not because that's what we do.
Not even because you've got impurity on your hands.

Because you
inside
deeply
care.
About
Him.
And His relationship
with you.

Saturday, September 08, 2007

Selichot



All week long, working, thinking, preparing,
Strenuous. Confusing.

Planning, organizing, lugging.

So much to do, overwhelming.
Who can take time to stop and reflect?

Colors swirling, shapes flying,
Walking down an unmarked path.
Where did the signs go?

Suddenly there are whispers.

"Are you going?"

"What time, exactly?"

"Can I walk with you?"

All of a sudden, I am face to face with the time.
It's dancing opposite me.
Through the tinted glass.
Jumping for joy.

And then the hush of the crowd,
the man in front starts chanting.

Oops. Lost the place.
Where are we?

And then I see.
There are 4 more days left of this year.

4 days of this energy.
4 more days until we renew. restart. refresh.
The world is reborn.
We're going up a notch. Closer to the real goal.

A bit bigger than my apartment crisis.
Larger than the decisions.
The Purpose. For creation
Is revisited. Reminding ourselves, reminding the Creator.

The Reason.

It is for an apartment after all.
An apartment for Him.
His Atzmus.
His Kishkes.
His Essence.
Our Father, our King.

Written and Inscribed for good.

Saturday, June 23, 2007

Miriam's Well


"And Miriam died there... And there was no water for the congregation" (20:1-2)

A person may ingest the ingredients of life, but these will not vitalize him without the fluids that course through his body. The food swallowed by the stomach, the oxygen drawn in by the lungs, must now be transported through the bodys canals and made to saturate its every cell.

Therein lies the spiritual significance of Miriams role as Israels provider of "water". Miriam first appears in the Torah (see Midrashim and commentaries on Exodus 1:15) as a childrens nurse: one who distills adult food for the consumption of a child; one who trains and educates a growing human being, filtering the stimuli of an adult world for his maturing mind: who processes the raw materials of life to meet the specific needs of her charges age and phase of development.

Miriams well is the vital fluid of Israels spiritual life, the water that inculcates them with the knowledge and identity her brothers provide. The waters of Miriam transport and apply the nutrients of Torah and the abstractions of faith to each individual, on his or her particular level. (The Lubavitcher Rebbe)

Monday, June 18, 2007

Thirsting

Lsak dgfra agoru ev abviav noery
Can you interpret this?
Decode it- It's light.

Where are your glasses?
This world is not a vacation.

There's a mission. A point. A Purpose.
A huge light at the end of the tunnel,
if we'd only just cross over the threshold.

When will it come? Why not already?
To see. To smell. To hear. To taste. To touch.
To feel His Light. Holiness.
I long for those days, only to be longing for these days.

How long will I go?
Thirsty. Parched. Like sandpaper, chafting.
Dirty with the daily grime. Grit your teeth.

Push out the baby.
Let's go.
On wings of eagles.
SOAR.

We're already there. How will it begin?
A warm cacoon.
In the old clothes.
But they've grown with us.
We're all growing together.

Enough cryptology.
AD MOSAI???
WE WANT MOSHIACH NOW!!

Friday, March 30, 2007

G-d's Image

We were created in G-d's image. Yet G-d has no image.

Nevertheless, from a point before and beyond all things, G-d looked upon a moment in time to be and saw there a soul, distant from Him in a turbulent world, yet yearning to return to Him and His oneness. And He saw the pleasure He would have from this union.
So He invested His infinite light into that finite image and became one with that image and in that image He created each one of us.

As for that moment He saw, that was the moment now.

--From the wisdom of the Lubavitcher Rebbe; words and condensation by Tzvi Freeman. To order Tzvi's book, "Bringing Heaven Down to Earth, click here

Thursday, March 22, 2007


Monday, February 19, 2007

Call for Action

Thinking... figuring...
Take a side.
Life's a battle.
You're in line.
You're the flame. You're the prize.
Who will take possession of those eyes?
Which side will win, which will prevail?
It's really up to you to decide.
You are the torchbearer, you are the one
Everyone's waiting for the job to be done.
You've got the power, you know what to do.
Dig deep inside, find the truth, be the real you.
Don't let the flame be buried in ash,
Be bold, and don't be afraid to ask-
Those queries which are still deep inside,
Pull them out, find the Truth, and be satisfied.
Never give in 'till you trust in that one
The one who will really get the job done.
And once you're happy and once you know,
Please keep going, don't get lazy or slow,
Let nothing stop you- fill up your cup,
Then run like the wind and never give up.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Looking Around


I've noticed that people smile more often than you think.
I've noticed that every Jew's flame flickers in a slightly different way.
I've notice that the Rebbe is alive within us, fueling us.
I've noticed that everyone wants a part of it.
I've noticed that the cloudy skies are actually quite cheerful.
I've noticed that people get excited if you're excited.
I've noticed that if you look through the clothes and skin, others will, too.
I've noticed that no matter what language we speak, or what accent we have, we all really speak the same language: The language of the soul.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Scream

On the outside, telling all my secrets. This is my chair. My rights.
Inside, calling out, something's not right.

On the outside, listen to what I tell you, boy!
Inside, G-d, listen to our prayers.

On the outside, do things my way
Inside, do things His way.

On the outside, disunity
Inside, a hidden love and awe.

On the outside, things running automatically,
Inside, a systematic, wisdom-filled plan.

The outside looks so different.
Why?
Turn yourself inside- out.
Fuse yourself together, unite yourself with Him.

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

A Poem of Light


The world still may be dark
Full of deceit and trickery.
The world still may be physical
Attached to itself and its jewelry.
The world may be many a thing,
and it all may be perfectly true,
But I am not part of that world, you see,
I have something worthy t' pursue.

My cause isn't for me,
This work is not my ideal of fun.
But the good which will come out of it-
Will truly benefit everyone.
All will open their eyes
They'll gaze all around and see
The world is not really horrible,
It's actually quite G-dly.

Our efforts are very applaudable,
The seeds we've planted have grown.
The world's a whole lot better now
It's G-d's prosperous home.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Moshiach



Within each thing we behold, the moshiach dwells, like the embryo waiting to break out of its egg. In the rhythm of a dandelion shivering in the breeze, in the eyes of the children we raise, in the goals we make in life, in the machines we use and the art we create, in the air we breathe and the blood rushing through our veins.

When the world was made, the sages say, the moshiach was the wind hovering over all that would be.

Today, those who know to listen can hear his voice beckoning, "Do not let go of me after all these ages! For the fruit of your labor and the labor of your holy mothers and fathers is about to ripen."

The listening alone is enough to crack the shell of the egg.

--from Chabad.org

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Lights

Light up the lights!
Each Jew a burning ember,
add fuel and watch it soar upwards.
Illuminate the darkness.
Tap into the oil reserve in your soul.
Burn the bad, use it to warm the world.
Flickering flames, licking and dancing
Join together, bonfire.
Raise the torch.
Illuminate the darkness.
Light up others, bring them in.
A cozy, laughing stove.
Nothing will put us out.
Raise to great heights, leave this world.
Light up the world, proclaim the new month,
a new era.
Moshiach is here!
Rise your light
Atop a mountaintop.

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Boys

Coming down the street, a most beautiful sight. Two boys walking side by side, talking.

Chatting, smiling, laughing. Life is great! Seven years old, going to school, excited to learn.

Spotlight: The boy on the right. He walks with a limp. His movement is jerky. Leaning on crutches, dragging his feet. Painful. Do people speak of him? Laugh at him and stare?

Focus: the boy on the left- nothing's holding him back. He moves fluidly with ease. He can run ahead. But he's walking slowly with his friend. Giving him all the time in the world, compassion and warmth.

A true friend. Deep love.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Some Thoughts on Rosh Hashana

On this day, a deep breath issued forth from the depths of the Essence of Hashem and entered the body of man. On this same day, man issues forth a deep breath and blows the Shofar in order to hear the sound of his soul reverberate.

The ram's horn of the Shofar is a reminder of the Sacrifice of Yitzchak. When we blow the shofar, Hashem considers each of us as if we have literally sacrificed ourselves and therefore erases all our wrongdoings.

There is no king without a people. The King wants us.

A series of pipes connect the Jewish people to the Creator, constantly drawing down G-dly life- force into our world. By doing Teshuva, a huge down flow of blessings gushes forth, sealing any holes in the channels.


This is the first day in which man with a Divine Soul stepped on this world.


The king we are accepting this year is unlike any other: Not only does He decide whether we flourish or weaken, but since He is our Father and there is a piece of Him inside us, we also have the power to influence any decision He may make.