This week’s Torah portion is called Noah.
It is the story of the flood which Gd wreaked upon the world. The morality of the generation of Noah had tanked.
Moral turpitude was the norm.
People were focused on their own needs and desires to such a degree that all boundaries were destroyed.
Gd felt that there was no returning from such gross misconduct and the world was irreparable.
The world was slated for destruction.
Noah, a righteous person, was tasked with building an ark, a floating haven which would protect the future of humanity and the animal kingdom.
Noah was given strict instructions on the dimensions of the ark.
Gd also told Noah how to create a source of light by installing a “tzohar” in the roof.
Tzohar is an unusual word and the commentaries differ on what it actually was.
They conclude it was either a window, think skylight, or some kind of precious jewel which emitted light.
What’s the difference between the two?
A window’s light comes from the outside.
The precious jewel had its own inner light.
It’s an interesting conversation, but do we really care about the nature of the lighting in the Ark? How is it a relevant lesson for us today?
A window opens up to the outside world. It allows light to come in from the outside.
So too every aspect of our lives has access to divine light. Our job in this world is to open a “window” to allow that light and goodness to permeate our lives.
A window is also the portal to the outside world. Sometimes we really want to focus only on ourselves. We don’t want to open a window into someone else’s suffering or another’s loss.
We would rather remain oblivious.
Gd says put a window into your ark. Do not allow yourself the chance to look away when someone needs you.
Former hostage Elya Cohen just got engaged to his longtime girlfriend. He was released eight months ago. Why did he wait until now to propose to his girlfriend?
Cohen said in many media interviews that he wouldn’t marry until his fellow hostages were released from captivity.
How poignant that someone who was trapped for so long, lived in a reality of a window flung wide open, seeing the sorrows of his friends. He could not rejoice while they were trapped in the dark.
Cohen never shut the window on his fellow hostages.

I have started writing this post numerous times.
I write and then I erase my words and start over.
I can’t get seem to get it right so I keep beginning over and over again.
There is so much in my mind and heart which I’m sure is reflected in yours as well.
The elation and disbelief at the return of the hostages.
I can’t stop watching the unbridled joy of reunions between loved ones and I cry again and again.
Then the sadness that is the lot of those whose loved ones are not returning alive and the pain that accompanies their arrival back to the bosom of their families as they return to the embrace of the soil of the Land of Israel. And the pain of the families who still await the arrival of their beloved ones, who pray to provide the dignity of a Jewish burial.
I’ve gone and written that.
But I want to begin again.
These words seem so paltry in the face of the reality they are meant to describe.
How can I commit to the written word the majesty of Matan Angrest, weak and pale, a recently released hostage of but a few days who
Insisted on attending the funeral of Captain Daniel Perez, his commanding officer.
He said he had to attend to honor Daniel h’yd who will be his commander forever.
And we hear of Rom Braslavski who was held in horrifying conditions. He was told he would get food if he would convert to Islam. He refused categorically. When he returned he said “I am Jewish…I am strong”
Matan Angrest was tortured by his captors. But he did not let them break his spirit and insisted on getting a siddur which incredibly he was given.
There are no words to plumb the depths of these heroes whose faith was strengthened in the dungeons of Gaza.
They clung to that faith and it carried them through.
It is hard to imagine how these people can return to life.
To begin again.
But Gd, at this very time says just the right word.
Breishit
In the beginning.
It’s a time of new beginnings.

I hope you all had a meaningful Yom Kippur.
I am not a great faster.
But as I was walking to synagogue I thought about some testimonies of women who survived the Holocaust. They spoke about fasting for Yom Kippur in Auschwitz.
Lily Ebert of blessed memory was a young woman when she arrived in Auschwitz in 1944. She relates that when Yom Kippur came-she fasted.
She wanted to show Gd that even in that terrible place she would not let Him down.
Ruth Brand was a young teenager and she too fasted in the concentration camps. Everyone told her there was absolutely no need for her to fast, she was subsisting on the barest of rations. But Ruth insisted. For her it was a form of resistance. She said adherence to faith gave her something to hold on to in dark times.
So who am I to complain?
I was inspired by these great women and thank Gd I made it through.
After the fast was over I heard some powerful words from another inspiring woman, Raquel Kirschenbaum.
She shared a feeling which rang true for me.
After Yom Kippur concluded we are on a high. We prayed and connected and did all we could to have a meaningful and elevated experience.
But there is a little anxiety at the end of the day.
Because we have had other such fasts that seemed to go really well but then the ensuing year was not what we hoped.
Raquel teaches a lesson from this week’s Torah portion, Haazinu which is Moses’s last message to the Jewish people. One of the messages Moses teaches is that Gd is comparable to a Rock whose ways are righteous.
Why the choice of a rock as a metaphor?
A rock is steady - it presents constantly as it should, unmoving.
The Hebrew word for a rock is Tzur צור.
If you take the same letters and change the vowels you can also read the word as Tzayar צייר a painter.
Raquel spoke about a talent show she once saw. A contestant on the show was given two minutes to portray her talent. The contestant explained that she was going to paint a picture in those two minutes. She starts by throwing black paint all over the canvas. Her time is quickly running out and the judges are losing patience. But just as she’s out of time she throws some white powder at the canvas and turns the whole thing upside down. And to the absolute shock of the judges, there is an incredibly beautiful picture of a woman.
This is the message of the Portion and Post Yom Kippur blues.

Rosh Hashana is in the books.
That actually means more than what one might think.
In the books is a colloquial expression which means
“it has been officially recorded or completed”.
But on Rosh Hashana there were books opened that have not been closed yet.
We are still in the middle of the story.
The Talmud teaches us that on Rosh Hashana there are books opened-the Book of Life for those who are completely righteous, the Book of Death for those who have been judged as completed wicked and the Middle Book - for those in the middle.
Neither here nor there.
We all want to be inscribed in the Book of Life.
The good news is that the story is still a work in progress.
Rosh Hashana is the beginning of the New Year. We have the opportunity to begin afresh and choose the path forward.
Will we stay stuck in old bad habits or do we want to take a new path.
So Rosh Hashana is in fact an opportunity, it is an assessment of what we want for ourselves in the coming year.
We are therefore gifted with this time period of the Ten Days of Repentance which lead up to Yom Kippur to continue the process.
Mrs. Chani Juravel, a popular lecturer and therapist shared the following thoughts to help concretize this process.
She shared that when she was at the beginning of her career she had a very scary supervisor. The woman was intimidating and although Mrs. Juravel wanted to share her mistakes and challenges with this supervisor in order to improve at her craft, it was difficult. Nonetheless she persevered and reviewed her missteps with the supervisor.
On one occasion when there was another error, the supervisor asked Mrs. Juravel what she was going to do with all these “mess ups”?
Chani thought perhaps the message was she should quit as she was faltering.

I was in synagogue and I noticed something very powerful.
A father and his son.
The father was protectively leaning over his son during the service.
I soon saw why.
The son was clearly challenged.
During the service the son let out some loud spontaneous guttural responses. The father gently put a hand on his son’s back during those outbursts.
But mostly the son sat calmly, allowing his father to pray.
He only got agitated one other time.
When it was the time to return the Torah to the Ark, the son, jumped out of his seat. Clearly this was the regular reaction for him.
His Dad was ready.
He guided his son to the Torah processional and helped his son to kiss the Torah.
Then they returned to their seats.
Rosh Hashana is coming.
Sometimes we do not know what to say.
It’s not the time for us to speak out our sins.
It’s a time to coronate Gd as the King.
Queen Elizabeth of England died on September 8, 2022 which was in the middle of the month of Elul, leading up to Rosh Hashana.
This week, just before Rosh Hashana, once again British royalty in the form of the King of England was in the news, displaying the pageantry which is best shown by the British.
It’s interesting timing.

My front lawn has once again become the stage for unexpected drama.
No, I did not step into another red ant pile, and thank you for the many wishes for my speedy recovery!
This evening I was on my way out the door when I witnessed the most extraordinary scene.
A small, young boy, not more than 10, was walking a very large dog.
A mastiff.
As they passed in front of my home, the house nearby, which is under construction, emitted a small boom.
The dog must have been spooked.
Because at that moment he refused to go forward.
Not one inch.
The little boy cajoled and pulled, the dog was not budging.
And then the dog made up its mind.
It was going home.
And this enormous dog, and this little boy became engaged in a tug of war the likes of which I have never seen.
Now, all who know me are well aware of my paranoia regarding dogs. Nevertheless, I would have called for help if at any point did I felt the boy was in danger. To his credit, he remained calm throughout.
What ensued was a slow motion ballet between dog and master.
The dog started pulling the boy. No matter how much the young man tried to placate the dog he could not restrain him. He put his whole body weight into resisting the pull of that dog, but to no avail.
Slowly, but surely the dog succeeded in shlepping the boy across the entire length of my yard. The young man was on his knees, stubbornly determined, pulling back every step of the way. But the dog was undeterred until the lad had to admit defeat and they returned in the direction from which they came.
It was actually quite a powerful interaction to witness.
The determination of both parties was strong, and the best man, or perhaps man’s best friend, prevailed.

Last week I should have been looking down.
This week I was looking up.
While driving home from an errand my eye was caught by an arresting sight.
Our neighborhood has been graced with a new hospital. The Arthur M.Blank Hospital, is a brand new, 19 story, 2 million square foot pediatric hospital which has recently opened.
It is a gift to the children of Atlanta and this state of the art building will be instrumental in changing many lives and saving many lives.
For those of us in the neighborhood this has meant other changes as well as the traffic has increased and the traffic patterns have shifted.
We are also in the flight path of a helicopter which carries out life saving missions while creating a new level of noise.
But today I saw things a little differently.
As I returned from my errands I happened to look up and from this different vantage point, for the first time I saw the helicopter perched at the top of the building.
It looked like a bird ready to soar. It looked steady and dependable. I fully saw this helicopter in its role as an instrument of saving life.
It actually moved me to tears as I thought about the hope and relief it would bring to a parent anxiously awaiting its arrival.
I thought that next time I hear the whirring blades of the helicopter I will focus on this sight, and remind myself that bird is on its way to change someone’s life for the better.
Maybe even save a life.
I will see it differently.
This week’s Torah portion, Ki Teitze, boasts a whopping 74 mitzvot or commandments. This is most commandments that are collected in a single portion in the Torah.
How do we view this onslaught of new commandments?
It may seem that we are now being given another 74 commandments to carry, more instructions that will just bog us down. But study of the nature of these Mitzvot opens our eyes to the beauty of Torah wisdom.
The word Mitzva shares the root of the Hebrew word ztivui which means commandment, therefore a mitzva is giving us instruction.
But, Mitzva also shares the letters of the word Tzevet which means team. When we do mitzvot we are partners with Gd, when we do these actions we put ourselves on Gd’s team to repair the world.
Our job is to look around the world, our world, and see what opportunities there are for repair.
Therefore the Parsha informs our proper attitudes on every interaction: education, relationships, work, charity, agriculture, making protective fencing and even the laws regarding lost objectives.
Yes we need to return them.
It’s a Mitzva.

I just wasn’t paying attention.
A little over a week ago I was multitasking.
That’s the word I use when I’m trying to do too many things at one time and something invariably goes amok.
I was walking, answering an email on the phone while heading to the car just a tad late for my next appointment.
And then it happened.
I stepped into a red ant pile.
For those of you who have never had the pleasure, this is an agony of a unique sort.
In less than an instant, tiny ants are everywhere, biting mercilessly.
They leave behind red, interminably itching, swollen angry welts that blister and take about a week to subside.
There was no one to blame but myself.
I had not been paying attention.
As the days passed and I dealt with the lingering after effects of that one moment, I began to think about the lessons I could learn from the experience.
Rabbeinu Yona of the 13th century, wrote a treatise about improving one’s relationship with Gd. This is a work that is usually studied during the month of Elul in preparation for the High Holidays, a time where are trying to take our relationship with Gd, and each other, to a higher level.
The book’s purpose is to guide a person with instruction and inspiration in the ongoing connection with Gd.
R Yonah teaches that a person should thank Gd for all of the successes he experiences in life. And at the same time, a person should also bless Gd for the misfortunes he undergoes as well, even if a person does not understand how a particular challenge is really beneficial.
R Yonah even teaches that when a person is in a constant state of tranquility there will be no motivation to seek improvement, but through challenge a person may look at actions done and review if they were proper or will use the challenge as a springboard for growth. He compares it to the relationship with a loving father who may chastise a child for improper behavior. While this may seem like a punishment, it’s actually a sign of love for the child, because if the parent thought the child irredeemable, the parent would not even bother with any type of process.
So even a chastisement is a sign of love, a feeling that there is much within the person which can be accessed.
The Jewish approach to challenge is not to say
“Lama?” Which means why,
Why did this happen to me?
But with a slight emphasis on a different syllable we instead may choose to say
“L’Mah” for what purpose did this happen.
So while we may not always be given the reason, we can always use the experience to focus on the avenues it may open.

We have been blessed to
be on a whirlwind tour visiting our children in their different locales.
It’s been lovely but extremely hectic and sometimes I wake up not knowing exactly where I am.
It reminds me of a movie I never saw which is entitled
“If it’s Tuesday, This must be Belgium”
It’s apparently a story of a hectic tour of nine countries over 18 days and all the mishaps that occur along the way.
The title says it all.
In the many flights and car drives we have experienced these past few weeks we have been generally fortunate to have things go smoothly.
But of course there will always be a blip that occurs.
Last week we spent three days moving one of our kids from house to house. It was quite intense. We timed our departure to the moment as we were next traveling to a wedding in another city.
Of course the flight was delayed by a number of hours due to weather which left us sprinting through the airport to try and arrive at the wedding before it was completely over.
These types of situations occur to us all regularly. It’s not a life or death situation, yet we may respond to the inconveniences with anger, frustration and vitriol to those who are unlucky enough to be in our presence.
Or, we can choose to control ourselves at that moment.
As Viktor Frankl taught us
“Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom”.
This week’s Torah portion which is entitled Re’eh, which means SEE, starts with this statement of choice.
At the beginning of the portion Moses tells us that Gd presents each of us with a choice between blessings that we will receive if we follow the teaching of the Torah and curses if we don’t.

It’s really hot in Israel right now. The temperature is breaking records.
Truth is summer in Israel is often a scorcher.
A few years ago I was in Israel during the summer with a few friends.
We were there to support a friend in need.
Hopefully we were successful.
When we finished our job we started walking towards our hotel.
It was a really hot day and we were not in the greatest neighborhood.
We were walking as quickly as possible.
All of a sudden, one of the group decided we really needed to hail a cab.
We had been so anxious about our surroundings that this obvious solution eluded us.
How did it come about?
It turned out, I was the unwitting catalyst.
I was wearing a newish pair of shoes. They were supposed to be comfortable, but after being on my feet and running around for many hours, my heel was starting to bleed.
One of the women in our group was walking behind me.
She noticed.
I was bearing the pain due to circumstances, but when I got into the cab, I must admit I was very relieved.
My heels were a bloody mess.
But I experience something else as well.
I felt so seen.