Wednesday, January 29, 2014
The Torah of Pete Seeger
Thursday, January 2, 2014
A Religion of TIme
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
May His Memory Be For a Blessing
Gregory
Tyrone Walton
His funeral was held today.
Gregory grew up in the
District, attended DC Public Schools and studied Business Management at Federal
City College. As many of our generation did, he joined the Peace Corps,
where he learned masonry.
I met him three years ago, when we opened Gan Shalom, the Jewish Cooperative
Preschool, supported by the Hill Havurah, on Capitol Hill in the District.
We rent space in a rowhouse (aka "town house") owned by the
Capitol Hill Seventh Day Adventist Church. Gregory was a member of the
Church, took care of their grounds and did custodial work for them. He
became our custodian, too... and in the three years we worked together, my
respect for him increased on a regular basis.
Gregory was unique.
To quote a friend of his:
- Gregory was
humble, thoughtful and kind.
- Gregory had a
beautiful singing voice.
- Gregory could
speak French with an awesome French accent.
- Gregory asked
questions when he didn't know something, and introduced himself
if he didn't know someone (or their dog).
- He never had a
bad word to say about anyone and had a smile for EVERYONE.
When I first met him, I
didn't quite know what to make of Gregory - this incredible bundle of energy,
who smiled non-stop, greeted people by name, asked about each of my family
members by name, and ended his conversations with a "God bless you,
Mary." I learned to ask about his family in return, and he always
responded, "They're doing well, Praise the Lord. And thank you for
asking."
This last year was more
difficult for him. He was having some health problems, which he chose not
to discuss. A number of us were worried,
but we respected his right to privacy. This spring, he unexpectedly went into
the hospital. Upon discharge, he called me to let me know that he
wouldn't be able to work for us any longer because of his health problems.
He apologized for inconveniencing us.
Gregory died last Wednesday.
I've been thinking a lot about the impact he had on my life, on our students'
lives, on their families' lives, on the neighborhoods and the communities he
interacted with. In the shadow of the Capitol, where power and influence
often make themselves known, Gregory was truly unique. Today, I stopped my
busy-ness to reflect on that uniqueness.
Here's what I realized:
Gregory was one of the few truly happy people I've known. His
"Praise the Lord"s echoed the joy he found in every-day life: in
cleaning, and mowing, and walking his dogs, riding his bike, and greeting the
people who passed by.
Many of us hold a bit of ourselves in reserve. We learn to hide behind the mask
we wear in public. Gregory wore no mask. He was genuine - the same
person no matter what the setting was.
He taught me to slow down - his sincere questions about how my family members
were doing, which needed to be addressed before we could "talk
business" made me realize that, yes, it really is all
about relationships. And so I learned to listen when he talked, so that I
could reciprocate the lovingkindness he demonstrated.
His attention to detail was shown in the way he salted and sanded the icy metal
steps of the rowhouse - without ever being asked - so we all could climb the
steps safely in our erratic Washington winters. He noticed when the
entry-way throw rug was dirty and - without being asked - saw that it was
washed and returned.
In this day of
politically-correct language, Gregory was an unabashed, absolutely joy-filled
Christian, who proclaimed his faith on a regular basis. And yet, his
acceptance of our Jewish beliefs and practices was unequivocal.
I learned a lot about Gregory today from a number of people in the
filled-Church service - but we all seemed to agree on how our lives had been
changed dramatically - for the good - by this humble man who encountered
everyone as if he could see the spark of the Divine in them.
And I was reminded by something a friend wrote in my yearbook from Edgewood
High School in Madison, Wisconsin, when I was a sophomore:
Our lives are shaped by
those who love us... by those who refuse to love us.
May his memory be for a
blessing.
His funeral was held today.
I met him three years ago, when we opened Gan Shalom, the Jewish Cooperative Preschool, supported by the Hill Havurah, on Capitol Hill in the District. We rent space in a rowhouse (aka "town house") owned by the Capitol Hill Seventh Day Adventist Church. Gregory was a member of the Church, took care of their grounds and did custodial work for them. He became our custodian, too... and in the three years we worked together, my respect for him increased on a regular basis.
Gregory was unique.
To quote a friend of his:
Gregory died last Wednesday.
I've been thinking a lot about the impact he had on my life, on our students' lives, on their families' lives, on the neighborhoods and the communities he interacted with. In the shadow of the Capitol, where power and influence often make themselves known, Gregory was truly unique. Today, I stopped my busy-ness to reflect on that uniqueness.
Here's what I realized:
Gregory was one of the few truly happy people I've known. His "Praise the Lord"s echoed the joy he found in every-day life: in cleaning, and mowing, and walking his dogs, riding his bike, and greeting the people who passed by.
Many of us hold a bit of ourselves in reserve. We learn to hide behind the mask we wear in public. Gregory wore no mask. He was genuine - the same person no matter what the setting was.
He taught me to slow down - his sincere questions about how my family members were doing, which needed to be addressed before we could "talk business" made me realize that, yes, it really is all about relationships. And so I learned to listen when he talked, so that I could reciprocate the lovingkindness he demonstrated.
His attention to detail was shown in the way he salted and sanded the icy metal steps of the rowhouse - without ever being asked - so we all could climb the steps safely in our erratic Washington winters. He noticed when the entry-way throw rug was dirty and - without being asked - saw that it was washed and returned.
I learned a lot about Gregory today from a number of people in the filled-Church service - but we all seemed to agree on how our lives had been changed dramatically - for the good - by this humble man who encountered everyone as if he could see the spark of the Divine in them.
And I was reminded by something a friend wrote in my yearbook from Edgewood High School in Madison, Wisconsin, when I was a sophomore:
Thursday, June 13, 2013
And so a Journey Ends
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Passages in the Wilderness
In Chapter 20:1 we read, “The Israelites arrived in a body at the wilderness of Zin on the first new moon, and the people stayed at Kadesh. Miriam died there and was buried there.”
Shortly thereafter (Chapter 20:22-29), Aaron dies. We read that the Eternal tells Moses and Aaron that Aaron will be “gathered to his kin” for disobeying His command by striking the rock for water. The sequence is described: Moses and Aaron will ascend Mount Hor; Aaron will be stripped of his vestments which will then be worn by Aaron’s son Eleazar; Aaron will die. When Moses and Eleazar descended from Mount Hor, “the whole community knew that Aaron had breathed his last. All the house of Israel bewailed Aaron thirty days.”
And so the transition to a new generation of leadership begins.
When we study Torah, we are encouraged to notice what is NOT said, as well as what IS said. In this single chapter, there appears to me to be a significant silence.
Miriam died. There is no explanation of why she died or under what circumstances her death occurred, contrary to the later explanation given for Aaron's death. There is no mention of mourning her, unlike the grief expressed upon Aaron’s death. When Miriam dies, Miriam's Well disappears and the Israelites complain that they are dying of thirst.
And so I wonder: were there no tears recorded for Miriam because her death was the first of the leaders' deaths? Or was it because it was easier to focus on the loss of that which she brought (Miriam's Well) than it was to focus on the loss of Miriam herself? Much of our own grief focuses on loss as it impacts on us -- "who will listen to me?", "who will rejoice in my good news?", "how will I keep on going?"
The Women's Torah Commentary suggests the following: Perhaps they were so stunned by the loss of Miriam that they [the Israelites] were unable to express their grief directly. Instead, they cried out against Moses and Aaron, projecting and transferring their grief onto Miriam's brothers. Or perhaps they did not react to Miriam's death in such a way that would give comfort to her brothers. They seem to care only that there was no water, and acted as if Miriam's death were unimportant. We can imagine that Moses and Aaron were deeply shaken by the loss of their sister, and this may have been the reason that Moses reacted with such anger toward the people when he struck the rock, instead of speaking to it, as God has commanded. In grief mixed with rage -- such a normal reaction -- Moses lashed out at the rock to produce what Miriam could have produced with only her presence. (p 300)
For Moses and Aaron, Miriam's death makes all too real their own mortality -- in a way that the death of a parent or friend can't. Someone who grew up in their home, someone of their generation, someone who shares their collective memories and growing-up experiences in a way that even a "best friend" can't -- if she has died, so too will they. For all that they have managed to accomplish, they are vulnerable.
And ultimately, after the mourning period, what do we have left? We have our memories and the legacy that gets transmitted from generation to generation. That legacy sometimes comes from the generation that knew the loved one… and sometimes from generations which follow.
When I think of Miriam, I think of courage and joy. That’s due in large measure to the song “Miriam’s Well” by songwriter and singer, Debbie Friedman, of blessed memory. Debbie took a few lines from Exodus, heard what wasn’t said, and provided many of us with a new vision of the character of one of the pivotal women in our history. Without Miriam, Moses would probably not have survived. Or, if he had survived, would not have been linked to his heritage.
And that’s Miriam’s legacy: nurturer, supporter, and joyfilled celebrator.
Questions to consider:1. What legacies have been transmitted to you by your family? How are they transmitted?2. What is the legacy of various communities to which you belong?3. What would you like your legacy to be? What actions are you taking to ensure that legacy will be transmitted?
Mary F. Meyerson is the founder of Morah Mary Consulting, LLC.
Thursday, December 27, 2012
You are How You Act
This week’s parshah – Va-y’hi – contains the culmination of the stories of Jacob/Israel and his sons.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
The REAL Questions We Should Be Asking
They’re trying
- more content
- less content
- more frequent meetings
- less frequent meetings
- retreats in lieu of some classes
- retreats in addition to class
- to give “credit” for volunteer work, youth group activities
- to make programs more rigorous
- to make programs more “social”
- making meals part of the program (If you feed them, they will come!)
What I seldom hear is a discussion articulating the relevance of the program offerings.
We talk about what teens will learn. We spend a great deal of time deciding who will teach them. We seriously consider methodology. We evaluate the structure in an attempt to meet their scheduling constraints. "Who, what, where and when" - that's our focus.
But, do we tell them why it’s important to learn what we want them to know? Do we specify the connection to their daily lives?
My friend and colleague, Marc Kay, challenges us: “So what?” Why does what we are teaching matter? What's the relevance?
We may have (in our own minds) an answer to that question, BUT do we share that insight with our students?
I remember asking Mr. McNaughton, in advanced algebra (back in the dark ages), why we needed to learn how to operate a slide rule. “At some point,” he assured us, “we’d need to be able to do complex calculations and this was the most accurate way to do them.”
(Does anyone out there even remember a slide rule? Or how to use it?)
Hopefully, the knowledge, values and experiences we’re trying to get our teens to grapple with have relevance for them in their lives TODAY, as well as in the future.
"So what" should be the first question we ask, not the last.