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When Torah Comes to Life

17 May

I never thought of leyning – the ritual chanting of readings from Tanakh during synagogue services - as a possibility for me. As an Orthodox Jewish girl, leyning was supposed to be the domain of the boys. It was deemed immodest, non-halakhic, and – the greatest taboo of all – “Conservative,” for a girl (even as part of women’s tefillah) to read from the Torah.

High school exposed me to a wider range of halakhic positions. I was disturbed to discover that over half the girls in my freshman Gemara class had leyned at their bat mitzvahs. These weren’t girls who had no respect for halakha; they were, for the most part, girls with a deep commitment to halakha and whom I trusted to make decisions that remained within the pale of Orthodoxy. So what was I missing? What was it that led my new friends to accept something that was so tabooed in the community of my childhood?

The next few years took me on a roller coaster ride of varying sentiments about women leyning and about the role of women in Judaism in general. It was not an issue I was willing to shrug aside by either completely accepting or completely rejecting these new ideas. So I went on my own quest to find a satisfying answer. Following a series of conversations and reading a collection of books and articles, the details of which are beyond the scope of this article, I concluded that reading from the Torah was something with which I was personally comfortable. Indeed, women leyning, at least in the presence of other women, is something which should pose no halakhic issue at all.

During my senior year of high school, my friend Ricki agreed to teach me how to leyn. With the elaborate crowns above the letters, I could hardly make out what the words were, but at the same time, I felt more connected to them than I ever had before. When I leyned, I was participating in a Jewish tradition that existed long before me and that will continue to exist long after me. By serving as an active link in that chain, Tanakh became more than a historical account or interesting literary work. I no longer had to rely on someone else’s interpretations to feel connected to the text. Leyning the words took them out of the page and brought them to life. It didn’t matter that I was completely tone deaf and anyone listening to my leyning would probably cringe. Leyning became a way for me to connect to my heritage and to the sacred words of Tanakh, completely devoid of any external concerns.

Learning how to leyn exposed me to a skill that would help me participate in tefillah, but more importantly, it opened my eyes to an entirely different way of approaching and connecting to Tanakh. Teaching me how to leyn rekindled Ricki’s passion for leyning.  Both of us recognized the importance of acquiring this skill, but also realized that unless a child learns to leyn for his or her bar or bat mitzvah, it is unlikely that he or she will ever learn. So we decided to share our passion with others by creating an organization called The Leyning Partnership. The Leyning Partnership’s mission, most broadly, is to make leyning more accessible to people of any gender and all backgrounds. It provides information about online resources that teach leyning, pairs up tutors with students to provide free access to high quality education, and engages in open discussion about the role of Torah reading in public prayer and about the role of women in Torah reading. Our goal is to enable the widest possible range of people to learn to leyn in a way that is most convenient to them.

Current impediments to leyning include financial, halakhic, and geographical constraints. The Leyning Partnership seeks to overcome all these boundaries. When leyning lessons cost up to $100 an hour, it is difficult to afford such a luxury, especially if you are not actively preparing for your bar or bat mitzvah. The Leyning Partnership counteracts this by providing free, volunteer-based tutoring to interested students, so that cost does not have to be a deterrent. As I articulated earlier, many people have halakhic concerns regarding women leyning. By explaining sources in a non-biased way, the Leyning Partnership seeks to address these concerns. Finally, some students are constrained from learning how to leyn because of geographic disabilities: they live too far from the mainstream Jewish world to find anyone to teach them how to leyn. The Leyning Partnership provides lessons via Skype in order to eliminate this problem. You can find out more about our programs by visiting our website, or visiting our Facebook page.

I am not asking you to learn something that makes you uncomfortable. My personal analysis led me to the conclusion that it is acceptable to leyn, but there are a range of interpretations that could lead to a variety of conclusions. I am asking you to consider the idea of leyning as something that might be more halakhically acceptable than you have always assumed. Even if it is not something that feels immediately compelling to you, I am asking you to consider it as something that could expand your relationship with Tanakh and Judaism. Opening yourself up to this possibility really can change your life.

~ Leah Slaten

I Will Soar

3 May

I was the yolk of an egg. I was starting to develop yet was completely trapped by the shell. People were always hovering over me like a mother bird hovers over her eggs to keep them warm and to protect them from harm. My loved ones thought they were doing the best for me by sheltering me and creating a barrier between me and the outside world; the world that I so long to experience. After a while I was done. I had enough. My frustration was so overwhelming that my shell, my barrier broke. I was free to go. I was free yet alone. They thought I wasn’t ready to be wandering alone in the world, they thought that I pushed my shell to break before it’s allotted time. But I was sick of being someone who was looked over, i was sick of being the yolk. Being alone in the world, being a baby bird without anyone to guide me, to hover over me and keep me warm, was tough. I had to learn how to walk; to find my path. To search for food and to learn independence. When I got the hang of it, I thought I was healed. I thought I was perfect. But then a vulture came. My friends were able to fly away and protect themselves, but me, with all my confidence in myself, was not able to save myself. I couldn’t fly. So every minute of every day after that, I tried spreading my wings. I tried getting rid of the image of the vulture; the darkness and my insecurities. My wings started to spread, I felt a sense of joy. And suddenly I was off the ground; I was healing. I started flying for a few seconds, the best seconds of my life. I fell down and broke my legs a couple of times yet I was determined not to give up. So I keep trying every day to perfect my flying, to help me find myself. I know that one day I will be just like all the magical birds flying in the clear blue sky, but for me it’ll be more special. It’ll be more rewarding because I work like hell to achieve my goal. I am flying now, but one day, one day I will soar!

 

~ Faye Lax at Fashion Recovery

Optical Illusions

19 Dec

The whole world spins around me.
faster, faster, faster.
my mind claustrophobic,
My vision is blurred
by the fog of my confusion
on the window to normality.
My only way out,
isn’t one at all.
because ropes are binding me
chaining me down,
Freedom is a fairy tale,
tasted only by those who can afford it.
But this is real life.
We’re chained to our habits
Trapped by ourselves.
To the world, we are flawless seedlings.
But through the eyes of our own,
we are scarred.
We are the slaves,
the slaves who created the fairy tales
that the worthy live in.
While we sit inside broken vessels,
susceptible to falling right through the cracks.
And now
we are holding on.
Not to a rope.
Not to our past.
Not to our fantasies.

But to each other.

~ Chaya Mushka Barchaim

How My Life Changed in 90 Seconds

19 Dec

Jerusalem, Israel – November 20, 2012

 

Shema Yisrael. (Hear O’ Israel).

The words that I rushed through this morning.

Never again will I do that.

Why?

Today was normal. Well, not totally normal. For one thing, I was in Israel, in Jerusalem. That’s definitely something special, and it is not something that is usual for me. I live in New York, and I am a proud American citizen; however, Israel is always on my mind and in my heart and soul. It also wasn’t a normal day in Jerusalem for me. Most of the time when I’m in this holy city it’s for vacation and to visit family. However, the purpose of my visit this time was to choose a seminary for myself for the following year. The day was not routine, but I was having a wonderful day learning about the particular seminary I was visiting.

That all changed very quickly. Sometimes, it takes just a short amount of time to make the largest impact on our lives. Sometimes, it’s not about the years you spend at a certain school or the hours you try and decipher the meaning of a text. Sometimes, your life can change in the blink of an eye, and the most formidable experiences for you will happen so quickly you have to take a step back and realize what just happened. That is what I intend to do, and I invite you to listen in on my thoughts. Continue reading 

The Mirror Mission: Power To Stand After The Fall

19 Oct

The eyes crawl down my spine. The eyes examine the bumps and ghost-like skin. Proceeding to turn around, our eyes meet. The stranger looks down.

I remember the stares. I remember my confusion. I remember living in my own world of disbelief and denial, out of touch with what others saw when they stared. Maybe others saw a 76-pound high school student with an appearance resembling that of a frail child. No matter how I was seen, I did not recognize any hint that would lead me to conclude that my mind and body were in poor health and out of sync. Oblivious. I was on my own planet, living in another world.

I was forced to return to Earth.

Like a meteor, I spiraled down and crashed. Although I did not bring myself back down to Earth, I picked up the pieces myself. I was helped to my knees, but learned that I had the power to bring myself to my feet. Continue reading 

Emma Watson Says Less is MORE

9 Feb

Tabloid Mania

26 Jan

I inhale deeply, and the stench of acidic nail polish remover fills my nose. In the orange glow of my bedroom, I am transported back to my younger self, sitting on my old bedroom floor, leaning against my bed. On the floor, I am surrounding by brightly colored magazines, a pair of scissors, and push-pins in a variety of colors. With precision and an unexplainable glee, I cut out picture after picture of celebrities, “inspiring” quotes and eye catching photos. The radio is playing in the background, the latest and greatest chart topping hit of the hour.

For some reason, I am enthralled by the glitzy life of the people I read about. Their scandals make my heart race.

Continue reading 

Reflections On My Camp Koby Experience

18 Jan

As I stood in line, waiting for my turn to wash for hamotzi, I smiled at the sweet-faced little girl waiting patiently ahead of me. In response, she reached up on tiptoes and shyly kissed me on the cheek. “Shabbat Shalom,” she said happily. “Shabbat Shalom,” I responded with overwhelming pride. Looking around the dining room, which served the multitude of campers and counselors, one could almost forget the circumstances that brought these children to Camp Koby. Happiness and ruach filled the room. We ate heartily and sang the beautiful Shabbat zemirot from the depths of our souls… Continue reading 

Just A Little Inspirational Story

16 Jan

Recently, I’ve been losing things. Important things. First it was my glasses. Then it was my Ivrit/dikduk (Hebrew/Hebrew grammar) binder. Then the notebook with my Navi (Prophets), chemistry, and AP European history notes in it. Then the multipurpose folder with all my schedules, plus a check, in it.

For the glasses, I said the pasuk (verse) a person is supposed to say when s/he loses something, Elokah D’Meir Aneni, three times. One is supposed to give tzedaka (charity) before or after the pasuk is recited, so I gave tzedaka, too. Continue reading 

The Lucky Ones

4 Jan

I’m lying in bed, my head is throbbing, I don’t know if it’s day or night. The blinds are closed. A fluorescent light bulb is flickering across the room. I try to close my eyes and drift back to sleep, but sleep won’t come, my thoughts are racing…
A few hours, or was it days, ago, I was standing in the sunshine, standing by the side of the road, growing impatient. The air was crisp and clear, the sky was blue, it was truly a beautiful day, one of those mid-autumn afternoons where there is the slightest chill in the air and the world feels so clean… How did I fail to notice? I was impatient- waiting for my brother to change that tire already, waiting for us to get back on the road, waiting for the trip to end. Waiting for time to pass, waiting to be somewhere else…
And now I’m in bed and time has stopped. Continue reading 

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