Monday, June 24, 2013

This Too Will Pass. In Memory of My Father on his 30th Yartzite.


Special Pre Three Weeks Shuir in Memory of Meir Yitzach Ben Avraham Yisroel ( Geoffrey Mark Safier ) for his 30th Yartzite                                                          Given by Rachelle Silver
On Lunch time Monday 24th June at 1.15 pm
"This Too Will Pass" –
"A guide to Getting Though the Darkness of the Three Weeks with strength".
As we approach the three weeks I do so with a heavy heart, not only it this historically a time of horrors and trauma for the Jewish people but for all of humanity too.
The 17th of Tammuz is the first of four fast days mentioned in the prophets. The purpose of a fast day is to awaken our sense of loss over the destroyed Temple – and the subsequent Jewish journey into exile.
What Happened on the 17th of Tammuz?
Five great catastrophes occurred in Jewish history on the 17th of Tammuz:
  • Moshe broke the tablets at Mount Sinai – in response to the sin of the Golden Calf.
  • The daily offerings in the First Temple were suspended during the siege of Jerusalem, after the Kohanim could no longer obtain animals.
  • Jerusalem's walls were breached, prior to the destruction of the Second Temple in 70 CE.
  • Prior to the Great Revolt, the Roman general Apostamos burned a Torah scroll – setting a precedent for the horrifying burning of Jewish books throughout the centuries.
  • An idolatrous image was placed in the Sanctuary of the Holy Temple – a brazen act of blasphemy and desecration.
Agonizing over these events is meant to help us conquer those spiritual deficiencies which brought about these tragic events. Through the process of "Teshuva" – self-introspection and a commitment to improve – we have the power to transform tragedy into joy. In fact, the Talmud says that after the future redemption of Israel and the rebuilding of the Temple, these fast days will be re-dedicated as days of rejoicing and festivity.
As we look around us this time of the year is a time of horrendous and tragic news that’s is not just effects the Jewish people but all mankind. As we approach the three weeks and throughout the three weeks I steel myself for all kinds of shocking, depressing, and alarming events to be broadcast and constantly say  to myself this too will pass.  
So why do we have to go through dark and desperate times? Let's go back a bit and look at the Torah.
 Look  at the end of  BÉ™midbar ,it says "these are the journeys of the Israelites, who left Mitzriam ( Egypt) in organized groups under the leadership of Moshe & Aharon; Moshe recorded their stops along the way as Hashem commanded. " 
For the next forty three verses the Torah lists every single one of the   42 places that the children of Israel stopped and camped in the desert on their way to Israel.  What makes these 42 stops important enough to list in the Torah?   
Each one of the forty two stops on the very lengthy challenging   journey from Egypt to Israel marked a step of assent to a higher level to become closer to Hashem
According to the Midrash, each stop constitutes another step towards their goal. which was complete spiritual commitment and total belief in Hashem and his greatness. As well as to enter the Promised Land.
Therefore listing each stop will remind generations to come, that although the journey was arduous and full of setbacks and dark times, but in the end the Children of Israel reached their destination.
The Torah presents a pattern for all Jewish people,  and  for every neshama that comes into this physical world: we all are meant to go through 42 major trials from the time of birth till re return our soul to our maker; during that time we will all experience a number of assents and descents of varying intensity, highs and lows, light and darkness till we grow. Each trial or stop we have will take us to the next level of our personal journey. We halt, we cry we despair, we feel inadequate, and then we make it through.
In The book " The Garden of Emunah" by Rabbi Shalom Arush", he reminds us that Hashem only sends us trials and tests  to prompt us  to turn to him, when everything is going along hunky dory , we fall into a trap and can forget that everything comes from Hashem. When we pray and call out to Hashem from the bottom of our heart that strengthens our connection and our Emunah.  Emunah & Prayer is our amour in our battle against dark, distressing & challenging times in our life.
I liken the three weeks to a personal journey that I have to take every year, as It approaches I notice the news not only in the  Jewish world but the international world is grim, things happen that are scary to say the least, I prepare to  enter a long dark tunnel that has an uneven surface, I trip, struggle, bang myself, get up heal, move forward  trip again:
I remember this is from Hashem, heal a bit quicker move further forward  and then trip again but this time as I get up I see a dim light at the end of the tunnel, with strength from Emunah, prayer and resolve I move towards the exit, with my battle scars but stronger for the journey.
Sometimes when we dread something more than anything we make the situation worse than it is.
I was incredibly close to my Father, he was not just my father, he was my friend and advisor, an incredibly intelligent creative humorous human being. We could talk about ANYTHING. He was the first foodie I ever met and would advise me on flavors, his eye for color cut and fashion made him my clothes shopping buddy of choice, his knowledge of antiques and history would have us talking at great lengths, while his observation of human nature mixed in with humor would have me giggling down the phone line during our twice daily phone calls.
My father wasn't an observant man, but he taught me to be polite, to care for your fellow Jew, and if you don’t have money to give to others to give your time. He taught me to always see the other persons side, and that everyone has a place in this world and deserves respect.
My  close friends knew that My father was the most important person on the planet for me, and me for him, his increasing ill health was an persistent  worry for me. I use to say "What I will do when my father dies".
My friends and I expected me to crumble, many thought I might never recover.
On the 18th Av, 30 years ago, my father suddenly without warning, at the age of 56 returned his soul to his maker he had been joking with a nurse, laughed smiled had a major stroke and died in a matter of seconds. I had seen my father 48 hours earlier, prior to my visit to the North of England for three days. In the days preceding cell phones, from a public phone box in a country pub near Durham, I phoned where I was staying in Newcastle, to say I had been delayed and to eat without me, they told me the police had been and my Father had died.
It was seven hours after his death that the light went out in my life. I screamed the loudest scream I have ever heard leave my body, collapsed on the floor and apparently said nothing but "no, no no", for four hours of the overnight drive back across the country. Stopping at phone boxes and a good friend overnight to arrange, my father's Funeral people were informed of his premature death as the pennies ran out.
I sat Shiva on my own, my parents were divorced and he had no siblings or other children; some brought me the book the Jewish way in death and mourning, I was fascinated. On the last day of the Shiva I didn't leave my bedroom, hiding away from reality, the prayers went on without me. My grandmother (my mother's mother) came to my apartment the day I got up from Shiva, and she said today we will walk round the block together. This she explained was so my first encounter with the outside world someone had  to accompany me on this walk: I lived by the sea, the wind blew through my hair, I walked with someone who loved me and whom I loved, I realized that  although life would never be the same, I could and would survive.
Out of the depths of my grief I started an ongoing dialog with Hashem, I asked for strength to get through, I asked for the ability to believe that all things are for a reason.
From the lowest point of my enveloping darkness and despair 16 long months later I reached the pinnacle of pure unadulterated Joy. As my newborn baby son was placed in my arms. As I looked down and saw his face, I knew that I had come through a very dark place into sunshine. 
The three weeks is a difficult desperate period.
You will feel stressed, confused, dark times, discombulated.
Situations and people might feel out of control.
The way to get through this is multi-facetted
Remember and keep reminding yourself everything in life  is  from Hashem, it is heaven sent  every little thing is for a purpose , some we do not understand, we don’t want to even try, just accept it with pure Emunah… kicking against something won't change things and will only make it worse.
Every time you hear bad news or feel distressed say to yourself this is the time of bad news this too will pass
 
Think before you act and speak: historically this is a time of conflict. Also Frayed tempers On Sunday, 28 June 1914, at approximately 10:45 am, Franz Ferdinand and his wife were killed in Sarajevo, the capital of the Austro-Hungarian Empire by an angry young man, one Gavrilo Princip, 19, the event led to a chain of events that eventually triggered World War I.   This broke out during the 3 weeks, an event in the wider world that greatly affected European Jewry.
 
 
Every time you stumble, arm yourself with prayer and Emunah, Rabbi Nachman of Breslov said "life makes warriors of us all to emerge the victor we must aim our self with the most potent of weapons, Prayer."  So you're in that tunnel, you stumble, it’s a setback, but you can get through with prayer.
 
If we think back over our history we as individuals or as a people have survived seemingly unbearable pain but we have come through with strength.
Yosef, was thrown into prison, but we learn that all times he danced , his demeanor got him through, he was polite and cheerful, the guards warmed to him, he was released to the most powerful position in Egypt.
More recently when in camps the Jews marched to the gas chambers defiantly, singing "Ani Ma amin, be emuno sh'laymo.  I believe with complete faith "  from the 13 principals of faith. When others faced with this kind of situation would have run kicking and screaming, as Jews we walked with our heads held high believing that everything that everything comes from Hashem.
The three weeks is a test we have to go through every year, but with Emunah, love for your fellow Jew, prayer understanding, you will get though that tunnel, So hang on to your seats this will be a bumpy ride,  Don’t lose  site of the end of the journey, you will get through. This time will pass, As they say in the classics what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger, Out of dark and difficult times come amazing strength and good times; the Maharal of Prague reminds us that after the three weeks of complete darkness and in some cases despair that our future redeemer is to be born on the 9th of Av. May Hashem grant you all the insight and strength & Emunah to get through & may we we see the redemption of our people soon.
 



Monday, June 17, 2013

Senior Citizen

 
I need a card to tell me?
This morning a friend brought me my post, and among bills, birthday cards and junk mail was an official looking envelope from the Ministry for Senior Citizens. Out of the envelope tumbled a silver card officially identifying me as over 62, and therefore able to receive certain discounts.
 
I am not sure about other countries, do they have a ministry just for the seniors of the land? Do they automatically send out discount cards the day before your 62nd birthday so you have it in time?
 
In fact, even though I feel very young at heart it is very comforting that this government also has one member of the Knesset,  Uri Orbach who is the minster for senior citizens and he is in post to  deal with the issues facing an ever increasing aged population.
 
So the day has come, this week a social worker and I will fill in the forms for my Israeli government pension, and I am then officially a pensioner.
 
When I was twenty I really never though much about getting older. Now I really don't feel that I am older.
 
Over the years I have gown, developed, matured and accepted nature and the clicking clock.
I am so lucky to live in the age of social media, and can daily get updates from my old school and youth club friends, although we are all grandparents,  we log on  play word games and chat together,  seeming  as young as ever, oblivious to the years and distances between us.  I have to say we have all aged very well and not a Botox mark in sight.
 
Because I teach online, I speak daily  to so many incredibly interesting people from all over the globe , about a multitude of fascinating subjects,therefore I am better informed about current affairs than I ever was in my youth; my mind is constantly  stimulated. I might not emerge from my village on the hilltop very often but I have the world at my fingertips.
 
In some societies the elderly are discarded, in others revered for their wisdom and insight. I realized today when I gave a shuir, that life experience is an amazing advantage over youth. I might not be able to climb a mountain, but at least I know how to circumnavigate it, along with most of what life throws up at me without throwing  me into a tizzy.
 
In my youth I was all over the place, searching for something franticly burning the candle at both ends, rarely listening to any opinion of anyone but my own. ( and I hardly stopped to listen to that!) Oy the frazzle, it was tiring being that dizzy. 
 
Now I am a grandmother, how can that be? where did those years go? I am so proud when I proclaim grandparent status its a very important milestone in ones life. However, I live among young people, many of my friends are half my age, they keep me young. I enjoy sharing my knowledge and skills with the younger generation when asked too.
 
Maturity , perceptiveness and the ability to know when to advise and when to keep silent   is such a great gift that comes with age.
 
I totally embrace my senior citizen status, getting here has been a long and at times somewhat difficult journey, so thank you Ministry of Senior citizens for recognizing this journey and my achievements, I humbly accept your silver  senior citizen discount card.   




 


Friday, March 8, 2013

Quality of Life



What is quality of 
life?

Much is spoken about the quality of life and its importance this made me think about my evolving opinion on this subject .

Life is forever changing as we journey through it.  One thing is for certain what equates quality of life for one person might not be the same for another.


For some quality might measured by quantity, happiness or Nevada is only reached with financial stability, an extremely   large house, the latest fashion, dining at the top restaurants, jetting off for expensive holidays bedecked with jewels.

Don't get me wrong there is nothing wrong with having a  comfortable house, good clothes or a healthy bank account  but is that the basis for measuring  happiness?  Give me health and family over designer clothes and vintage wine any time.

  • My quality of life has always been about interaction with others, being a little  different ,about being almost a workaholic  high energy with fingers in may pies. 
  • My quality of life has been about family and friends,and sharing simchas.
  • My quality of life has been about exploration of new  places and opportunities 

In my twenties I wizzed between Ladbrook grove and Brixton trying to save the world, while downing vast amounts of Newcastle brown and  Spanish plonko . I learnt to make authentic  Indian, Spanish and Mexican food and hardly sat down the whole decade.

In my thirties I was a  wife  (short lived )and  mother living the charmed life, always entertaining  and catering vast dinner parties. I juggled work home, and a busy social life with being a mother, to a very active, but much loved child ,who's every new antic scored high on the quality of life scale. 

My forties  and fifties  were equally high energy, In between travel three jobs, single parenthood and Alyiah. I might have collapsed into bed a 8.30 pm when I could. However, my waking hours were jammed packed with somewhat stressful but always  very satisfying  activity.

If you had met me four  years back I was full of the adventuring spirit. (I made Aliyah at 54.)
I was the person who three or four days a week who would get up at 4 am, prepare the day time food for a 10-12 young women the  midrashet where I lived as dorm mum.  By 5.30 am  after a quick shower and change , tremp( hitch hike)  my way to Bet Shemish station to catch the train to Tel Aviv, to be in somewhere like Or Yehuda by 8.30 am. I would  teach three lessons, go on to Rishon , teach there,attend a meeting In Tel Aviv , travel back via Jerusalem to visit my family or friends, arrive home about 8.30 or 9 pm ( tired yet?)  I spent three to four  hours on duty as an em bayit, ( dorm Mum) either planning the students Sabbath meals or supporting and counselling them after checking my emails, slaughtering a scorpion or administering first aid  I would  fall into bed.

Every minute of my day was packed with people , adventure, stories, and life's lessons. I would laugh my way through the day, treasure the opportunity to people watch, thank God for every bus and train connection or awesome ride. 

Although  it wasn't an easy life, and not one  many would chose, living in a caravan  perched down a massive hill , sharing a kitchen with  many other women, killing scorpions on a daily basis, albeit  a life a life where   being  tired was an understatement . I was happy, my quality of life was great.


  • I was daily in contact with other people, I lived in one of the most beautiful areas of Israel. Every week I would travel miles around the country meet extraordinary people and make a  little difference to their lives. 
  • My son and daughter in law lived half an hour away.
  • Every morning I would watch the sun rise 
  • Every evening see the most phenomenal sun sets from my small window on the world
  • I would sit outside my caravan, cup of Earl grey in my hand, cat on my lap, listen to the local donkey braying , count my blessings and all was good in my world.


In the past six months my life has drastically  changed,  I still live in the same village, ( now at the top of the hill !) My view is excellent, the people here amazing. However my health has taken a down turn, six months ago when I visited my family in the US, although tired I managed to almost ( its not an easy thing) keep pace with my then 30 month old grandson. 

Nowadays my week is punctuated by visits to and from medical appointments, my mobility is limited, as they say the spirit is willing but the flesh is very weak.   Constant dizziness and fainting have slowed me down physically, but mentally my mind is as fast as ever.

Whereas Shabbat meals use to be a veritable display of my culinary talents, with at least seven salatim, ( Israeli salads at the start of a meal, ) soup ,spelt Challas  with olive or spelt and zatar  stuffing. Two mains and at list three sides and two deserts to delight my guests, Keeping it simple is the operative word nowadays.
This Shabbat I have chicken soup ( courtesy of two friends) simple garlic roasted chicken  with roasted beet and orange salad, a green salad and passion fruits for  Shabbat sustenance.

As my physical strength has waned I have moved the enjoyment goal posts .
Two weeks ago my doctor surprised me by saying, "your Illness is really effecting your quality of life."  I though long and hard about this comment.

I then said "No my quality of life is different, I have moved the goal posts."

I can still enjoy a cup of tea in the sunshine it just might take me longer to make it and move outside. A trip to Jerusalem is normally for medical appointments , but bumping in to friends, grabbing an early morning coffee in the Shuk watching the market traders unpack their goods still gives me untold pleasure.
I can still smile at and appreciate my friends children and grand children.
I still get untold pleasure from my grandchildren, every picture, video uploaded and Skype call keeps me smiling for hours if not days.

Yes. life has thrown me a curve ball, and a big one but I can use my experience to give support and love to others.

I might not have a buzzing social life , as getting to functions and the risk of infections is sometimes too great.  Instead  I have a very good virtual social world not only through teaching on line but also family  friends and contacts all over the world whom I relate to though social media.

Life is a funny thing, we get one crack at it. To my mind one can see beauty and pleasure in all the little things, grab the lemons and make lemonade to share , or dwell on the past and what might have been. 
I decided quite sometime ago that I have to take what life throws at me and run with it.

Every day I count my blessings, my family, my home, my friends ,  most of all the blessing of flexibility and adaptability without which I might  not grasp how good my quality of life really is. 








Tuesday, January 22, 2013

That Special Birthday Gift

When I was  just 16, my mother remarried, I went from being an only child to having siblings, two brothers and a sister.

Maxine is seven months one day older than me and pint size, but she is my little big sister, and me at 5'8 is her big little sister! 

As teenager we really were close perhaps  closer than most real blood sisters, maybe because of the size difference , we couldn't fight about borrowing each others clothes!

We both  had always wanted to have a sister  someone to confide in, to giggle with, do the twist with, to wrap our hair in rollers, to stick sellotape on each others fringes to keep them straight, after all this was Britain of the  mid 1960's.  

Right through  our late  teenage years, though to our early 40's we were there for each other, we didn't live in each others pockets  but if we needed each other we were there. We were more than relations we were friends.

Life sometimes has funny twist and turns , we didn't argue we just drifted apart.
I would hear about  Maxine and her family though the grapevine and she about me.


Last year we rediscovered each other though Facebook, we spoke on line every day, sometimes 3-4 times a day , we caught up , we shared recipes ( she had all the good Pesach cake ones !!) pictures of our grand children, knitting advice, we were proud mothers and grandmothers in our early 60's  kevelling ! She still  gave me unsolicited advice , and as the younger sister I am  duty bound to listen ..

Recently Maxine said nothing has changed, we may have got older, but its like we are 16 years old again, sitting in the bed room in Furze Croft sharing our life secrets.

We may not be blood sisters, but she is the best sister I could have ever have,

On Friday I sent Maxine a what app message, she never replied,I knew she had had dental surgery and thought she was still under the weather. 

After Sabbath I got a message from her son  it started " This is a hard message to type. Yesterday my mum (Maxine ) had a massive heart attack at home .."
As I read the message  my heart was in my mouth I couldn't believe it.

Sunday morning I want to share a joke with Maxine, as I realized she wasn't able to respond tears rolled down my face.
As I write this Maxine is in the ICU in Brighton, UK, and I am in Israel,there are many reasons why I can't just hop on a plane , but my nephew and I have been messaging  continually

The doctors are not so hopeful, but I know that Maxine is a fighter,  she has fought all her life ,I am davening ( praying) my whole village is praying people all over the world are praying  to the biggest doctor on high, the one that can perform miracles .

 Maxine is very special. She has never aspired to put the world to rights, she has lived all her life in the same town, worked in the same job for nearly 20 years, been the most amazing loyal loving and supportive wife, mother, grandmother , sister and friend. Maxine has a beaming smile , a wicked laugh, a vibrant zest for life.
 Maxine  is always there for the people she loves. She is very sensible and down to earth, With Maxine what you see is what you get.


I am so happy that we had this past year again.....
Maxine, your family love you we  are rooting for you ,  come on sis, I have just found you again that has to count for something. ....