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Teshuva Is a Compassionate Heart (Nitzavim-Vayelekh 5786)

Teshuva Is a Compassionate Heart (Nitzavim-Vayelekh 5786)

I had a couple hours between the end of a senior staff offsite meeting in Atlanta and my flight home to Chicago. My colleague Firkins wanted to visit the National Center for Civil and Human Rights before, so we went together and spent 90 minutes there on the way to the airport.

This was my second trip to the museum. My first visit was eight years ago, before I began a regular meditation practice. Of the many powerful exhibits, the one I remembered the most was a simulation of the 1960 Woolworth’s lunch counter sit-ins, which the museum’s website describes thus: “Visitors are invited to participate in a lunch counter sit-in simulation and place themselves in the shoes of non-violent protestors in 1960.”

What does that mean? You put on a pair of headphones and listen as an angry mob yells at you, pushes you (the chair vibrates), and makes you feel increasingly unsafe. Though the simulation lasts 85 seconds, many visitors take off their headphones before that because it’s frankly really intense. There’s even a space with comfy chairs and kleenex to decompress after you’re done.

On my first visit, I definitely didn’t make it through the full time (which, of course, is a fraction of what the activists themselves endured). But on this visit, I sat through the whole thing, buoyed both by my knowledge of what was coming and also by preparing myself with a short meditation before putting on the headphones, which I continued as the simulated violence got more intense.

On a wall near the lunch counter were some notes from a CORE training session on nonviolence. There is so much wisdom here:

I was particularly intrigued by two items here. The first was the attitude the protesters were trained to adopt: “Serious. Committed. Believe. Passion (for the issue, not against other people). Calm confidence.” As much as anything, that reflects a profound and mature spirituality, what Rabbi Mordechai Yosef Leiner of Izhbitz referred to as the yishuv hada’ator calm, settled mind, of the Hebrew midwives who defied Pharaoh’s decree.

The second thing that grabbed me was the emphasis on song: “Creating unity, easing fear, establishing moral superiority, forcing attackers to deal with demonstrators as a group rather than focus on an individual… Everyone sings, no exceptions. If you can’t sing, sing louder.” This reminded me of Moses’s words in Parashat Vayelekh: “And when many evils and troubles have come upon them, this song shall confront them as a witness, for it will live unforgotten in the mouths of their offspring” (Deuteronomy 31:21). Rebbe Nachman of Bratslav comments, “By means of this song one can awaken goodness from wherever one finds oneself, even at the end of these many generations, such that one can remember their inherent virtue and return to their deep spiritual roots.”

Another exhibit about Martin Luther King’s antipoverty work featured a quote from his 1964 Nobel Peace Prize lecture: “Ultimately a great nation is a compassionate nation.” That brought to mind another powerful teaching, from the early Hasidic master Rabbi Shmelke Halevi Horowitz of Nikolsburg (1726-1778). It comes on the verse, “Then YHVH your God will return your captivity and have compassion upon you…” (Deuteronomy 30:3). The rebbe comments, “A sign of a person’s teshuva (repentance/return) is whether they conduct themselves with the attribute of compassion (midat harachamim). For transgressions generate cruelty in a person’s heart, whereas it is written: “Then YHVH your God will return your captivity—and compassion will come upon you.”

I love that this teaching brings the question of teshuva out of the theological realm and into the profoundly personal. How do we know if we’ve done genuine teshuva, if we’ve really returned to the paths of peace that are the paths of Torah? One good indication is whether our hearts are soft, open, and compassionate, or hard, closed, and angry. If we’ve really done the work of teshuva, then we should be able to feel it in our hearts. If we can’t, then there is probably still more work to do.

In that spirit, one final item at the museum spoke to me on this visit. It was a video of President Lyndon Johnson’s 1965 speech to Congress advocating for passage of the Voting Rights Act. One of the most moving parts of that speech was when Johnson said this: “Their cause must be our cause, too. Because it is not just Negroes, but really it’s all of us who must overcome the crippling legacy of bigotry and injustice. And we shall overcome.” As the exhibit at the museum reminds viewers, Martin Luther King was said to have been moved to tears when he heard the President say these words.

“You stand this day, all of you, before YHVH your God,” says Moses, “your tribal heads, your elders, and your officials—the entire body of Israel—your children, your wives, even the stranger within your camp, from woodchopper to waterdrawer” (Deuteronomy 29:9-10). In other words, it takes all of us. No group of people—not African-Americans, not Jews, not Muslims, not anyone—should be made to sacrifice themselves for another. Rather, as the phrase goes, none of us is free until all of us is free.

It can sometimes feel like we’re a long way from that: When politicians call for Jews to sacrifice our own safety for the greater good, when our fellow Jews wantonly assault Palestinians in a warped and dangerous perversion of Torah, when we’re reminded of how long and how much the struggle for human dignity and equality can take.

Yet, as Rebbe Nachman teaches, it is precisely in such moments that we can turn to “this song”—the song of Torah, the song of our tradition, the song of our spiritual practice, to help us reconnect with our spiritual roots. That is the essence of teshuva, the essence of this season.

For Reflection & Conversation

      • What do you make of Rabbi Shmelke of Nikolsburg’s teaching that a sign of teshuva is behaving with more compassion? Is that a helpful approach to the idea of spiritual returning and repentance? How, if at all, does it differ from other conceptions you’ve encountered?
You Can’t Take It With You (Ki Tavo 5786)

You Can’t Take It With You (Ki Tavo 5786)

Two decades ago, after leaving the Wall Street Journal, one of my wife Natalie’s first jobs in the Jewish world was working for a nascent project at the Harold Grinspoon Foundation to send Jewish children’s books to families every month.

The idea was brilliantly simple: Children want their parents to read to them at bedtime. If they get a book in the mail with their name on it, they’ll run to their parent and beg/demand for them to read it. Fertile soil. Now plant the seed of a story about Shabbat, Jewish holidays, or the like, and you’ve created a moment of Jewish education that may not have existed before.

For its first five years, Natalie led the book selection committee. She worked with authors and illustrators and publishers. It wasn’t a simple process (and still isn’t), and she certainly learned that you can’t satisfy everyone.

Natalie eventually went on to other work. But over the last 21 years, the PJ Library has reached 670,000 Jewish families and shipped over 50 million books. And evaluation research has shown that many of them are significantly more engaged in Jewish life and Jewish education as a result. Pretty amazing.

Harold Grinspoon has long shared that the idea for PJ came from Dolly Parton, who passed away this week. In case you missed it, one of Dolly’s most significant legacies is her Imagination Library, a program that sends over 3 million children’s books every month to kids who might not have them otherwise. And that’s just part of her philanthropic legacy, which has included education, direct aid to people in poverty, medical research, and disaster recovery. I kind of wish that one of the many headlines about her this week had read, “Major philanthropist and humanitarian, who was also a great songwriter, entertainer, and feminist, dies at age 80.”

“And all these blessings shall come upon you and overtake you” (Deuteronomy 28:2). So says Moses as he sums up his second major address in the final book of the torah. Rabbi Shaul Yedidya Elazar Taub, the second Modzitzer Rebbe (1886-1947), observes that the word v’hisigucha, “overtake you,” seems redundant: if the blessings come upon you, isn’t it obvious that they will reach you?

“Rather,” he says, “there are those whom the Ineffable has blessed with fortune, wealth, and abundant blessings, but who lack the proper understanding (hasaga) of how to use their wealth and goodness. In that case, their wealth it is not a blessing to them. Therefore, the Torah says v’hisigucha from the language of hasaga: that you should also possess the understanding of how to conduct yourself properly with your wealth. This understanding itself is one of the blessings.”

Wealth, and knowing what to do with it, has long been a challenge of human life, and it remains so today. The Wall Street Journal, my wife’s old employer, recently ran an article about “landmaxxing,” with the opening line: “It is no longer enough for the superrich to own one mansion on a street. Now, they want two or three—and sometimes the entire block.” From Orson Welles’s Charles Foster Kane to the billionaires of today, it seems that in every generation we humans have to re-learn Hillel’s maxim, “The greater your possessions, the greater your worry.” Or, in the words of Notorious B.I.G., “Mo Money, Mo Problems.”

Why, despite all the blessings that wealth might bring, does it take an extra blessing of insight to live well with it? Perhaps because wealth is just like everything else in life: You can’t take it with you. “Every moment of our lives, our suffering, our clinging to our lives, drives us out of our lives—away from home,” writes Rabbi Alan Lew. Wealth, the desire for it and the fear of losing it once we have it, is one of those things a lot of human beings cling to. More than the wealth itself, it’s that clinging that’s the real problem.

It takes spiritual effort to recognize that the clinging is even going on. As Alan Lew continues, “Every moment, our awareness brings us back—returns us to ourselves, because we need to return, need to come back.” Perhaps that’s why we read this verse just before Rosh Hashanah, to help us discern what we’re clinging to and the ways we’re clinging to it.

My friend David Geller, a retired wealth advisor and alum of our Kivvun program, asks wealthy people to imagine their funeral. One version of the funeral is that people give the usual eulogies about what an accomplished person the departed was. Some family members speak. It’s lovely and touching.

The other version of the funeral includes not only the family, but the director of the local food pantry, who talks about the thousands of people the deceased helped to feed, or the principal of the school who shares how many children their wealth helped to teach, or the rabbi (or head of a Jewish mindfulness organization?) who lovingly remembers how their financial gifts helped so many people connect with their roots and live meaningful lives. (David has a terrific blog on this stuff that you should subscribe to.)

My grandfather Hymie used to say, “Rich or poor, it’s good to have money.” That’s true. It’s also true that money can’t buy happiness (or love, per the Beatles). For that, spiritual practice is required, no matter how much or how little we might imagine we possess.

For Reflection & Conversation

  • How do you feel about your relationship with money? Do you feel a sense of clinging when money comes up? Or perhaps security, openness, or generosity? As we move towards Rosh Hashanah, how might you want to improve your relationship with wealth and money in the coming year? How might your spiritual practice help you do so?
Not Yet Home (Ki Tetzei 5786)

Not Yet Home (Ki Tetzei 5786)

The dramatic high point of Christopher Nolan’s version of The Odyssey comes when, after 20 years, Odysseus speaks to his wife Penelope while disguised as a traveler. He does not reveal himself—not openly, anyway—but, after three hours of movie-watching, he finally opens up about what has kept him from coming home all these years.

I was so struck by this scene that I bought the screenplay when I got home, because I think what Nolan does here is really significant.

PENELOPE How did you make it home, when Odysseus could not?

ODYSSEUS I’m not home. Not yet.

PENELOPE Why not?

ODYSSEUS It’s not always an easy thing, a homecoming. That’s as true for Odysseus as for me.

PENELOPE The Odysseus I knew would’ve found or fought his way back to me no matter what.

ODYSSEUS What if the Odysseus you knew lost his way? What if, one night in a strange city, he saw things that made him think the home he knew couldn’t possibly be there anymore?

Matt Damon’s Odysseus goes on to tell the story of what happened after he led a group of Greek soldiers out of the belly of the Trojan Horse and opened the gates for Agamemnon’s army. He describes it as witnessing “ten years of rage” pouring into the city in one night.

ODYSSEUS We left them a gift. An offering of peace that they took into their home. [Emphasis in original] We violated all that’s ever sacred between people.

“To burn the walls of Troy,” Odysseus concludes, “was to burn the world entire… Including his home.”

It goes without saying that The Odyssey is about home and homecoming. Homer locates home not only in the place of Ithaca, but also in the relationship between Odysseus and Penelope (not unlike Rabbi Yehudah in the first Mishnah of Tractate Yoma: beito zo ishto, ‘his home refers to his wife’). But Nolan brings a contemporary psychological take in his telling: At-homeness is also a state of being. While Odysseus may be physically back in his place and even reunited with his family, he is struggling mightily to be at home with himself—all as a result of his treacherous violation of the ethic of hospitality: “We left them a gift, an offering of peace they took into their home.” Middah k’neged middah, as we might say (or, colloquially, karma): By violating the ethics of home, Odysseus loses his own ability to be at home.

Home is meant to be a peaceful place. That’s why shalom bayit, peace in the home, is such a virtue—because a violent home is anathema. While the word bayit actually doesn’t occur much in the traditional liturgy, the place where its sensibility is most profound is probably in the prayer for peace with which we conclude the Amidah. Notice the things we mention here: “peace, goodness, blessing, favor, kindness and compassion.” We remind ourselves that Torah is about “life and the love of kindliness, righteousness, blessing, compassion, life and peace.” And we conclude the prayer with that same word, shalom—peace, peacefulness, being at home with ourselves, the Holy One, and one another.

The opposite of both peace and home is war, the subject with which Parashat Ki Tetzei opens: “When you go out to war against your enemies” (Deut. 21:10). This continues a section that started in the previous chapter in which we find going to war positioned as the polar opposite of being at home. The officials are instructed to speak to the troops before they enter battle and ask a series of questions: “Is there anyone who has built a new house but has not dedicated it? Is there anyone who has planted a vineyard but has never harvested it? Is there anyone who has betrothed a wife, but who has not yet taken her into his household?” And finally, as a summation, “Is there anyone fearful or fainthearted?” If the answer to any of these questions is “yes,” then the order is, “Let him go back to his home.” You can be on the battlefield, or you can be at home—but you can’t be both.

The Seer of Lublin quotes the Talmud (Sotah 44a): “Is there anyone fearful or fainthearted—this refers to one who is afraid because of the sins they have committed.” From here, the Seer concludes, we can understand that “anyone who went out to war was certain of himself that he had no sin.” After all, self-confidence would seem to be a virtue in an army. And yet, the Seer concludes, such self-confidence carries a significant shadow side: “One who lacks any sensation of sin is liable to stumble at the first opportunity.”

I have not been a soldier—nor, as far as I’m aware, was the Seer of Lublin. So I cannot claim any insight into the experience of ancient soldiers like Odysseus or my own namesake, Joshua, and I will not offer commentary on the soldiers of today. What interests me in this discussion is what, if anything, it can tell us about the condition of being at home—in the literal sense and in a more psychological and spiritual sense as well.

In my view, one important idea is that home is not an idealized, fixed place. In a world of constant change and instability, we might want home to be someplace that never changes. But home does change, as do we. A yearning for an unchanging home is nostalgia—which has its place but is its own form of dodging reality.

Instead, I would offer that at-homeness is a state of mind and spirit in which we can look at ourselves—in the singular and the plural—critically but non-judgmentally. To be at home is to be at peace, which on the most basic level means to feel safe from violence. When we can inhabit such a place physically, mentally, and spiritually, then we actually can engage in discernment, judgment, and healthy conflict. That is a healthy kind of faith, the kind Rabbi Jonathan Sacks described as “like being secure in one’s home, yet moved by the beauty of foreign places, knowing that they are someone else’s home, not mine, but still part of the glory of the world that is ours.”

Sacks wrote those words in the wake of 9/11. A quarter-century later, his conclusion rings true, even if the work seems just as daunting: “Those who are confident in their faith,” what I would call at home with themselves, “are not threatened but enlarged by the different faith of others. In the midst of our multiple insecurities, we need that confidence now.”

Holding Lightly (Shoftim 5786)

Holding Lightly (Shoftim 5786)

Before anything else, I want to say thank you to the many readers who wrote last week to offer their condolences on the loss of my cousin Julian. My family and I have been surrounded in love and support. It means the world to all of us. Thank you.

Among the reasons I wish my father was still alive is that I know how much he would delight in observing me coming to appreciate lessons he offered—and that I resisted in my youth, when, like plenty of others, I was convinced I knew everything better than he did. There are small things, like waiting to run the dishwasher until you have a full load. There are bigger things, like the chart he once drew for me plotting left- and right-wing political views on the horizontal axis, and democracy and autocracy on the vertical—a reminder of the limitations and imperfections of political parties, political systems, and human beings.

While my dad wasn’t one to say, “I told you so,” he did like quoting a line from Mel Brooks and Carl Reiner’s “The Two Thousand- and Thirteen-Year-Old Man” (sequel to the original and a favorite in our home): “We mock the thing we are to be.” Yep.

In my teaching these days, I find the phrase “hold it lightly” coming up a lot. A classic image in Buddhist teaching is holding a quail: if you hold the bird too tightly in your hands, you’ll crush it. If you open your hands too much, it will fly away. So, be like Goldilocks: Hold it just right. That is, hold it, but hold it lightly. Don’t cling—but also, don’t necessarily fully let go either.

I find that image applicable in so many realms. It’s helpful in my meditation practice, where my aim is to be gentle with my mind, body, feelings, and sensations. It’s helpful in relationships of all kinds, from family to customer service reps. It’s helpful in text study (which is, after all, another kind of relationship) where I find it reflects another image I’ve long taught, that of a game of tetherball: If the text is the pole and the reader is the ball, then you want to stay tethered, but you also want some dynamic tension in the rope—otherwise there’s no game.

Two Hasidic teachings on one of Parashat Shoftim’s most famous lines, “Justice, justice shall you pursue,” (Deuteronomy 16:18) reflect this sensibility of holding lightly. First, the Sefat Emet:

“The Torah writes ‘pursue’ (tirdof). This is because it is impossible to arrive fully at the ultimate reality of truth within this world of falsehood (Alma D’Shikra). Therefore, one must always pursue justice—to know that one has not yet reached perfect truth. Rather, when one pursues justice in this world, one attains it in its complete perfection in the World to Come. And this is what is written: ‘…so that you may live and inherit [the land]’—which gestures at the World to Come, a world that is entirely life.”

The Sefat Emet reminds us, first of all, that while truth is indeed the ground of reality, it’s also impossible to arrive at fully in this world. Thus, the Torah tells us to pursue justice—which is founded on truth—so as to help us remember that truth is ever-elusive. So, hold it, but hold it lightly. Keep some healthy humility even as you pursue what is true and right.

Which brings us to Rabbi Zev Wolf of Zbarazh (d. 1822), a student of the Ba’al Shem Tov, who offers a related teaching on this verse:

“The Evil Inclination (Yetzer Hara) has many ways to trap a person in its net. Just as it uses schemes to entice the human heart toward wickedness, so too does it sometimes entice a person toward excessive righteousness—so that one will try to be an absolute tzaddik. Against this, the Torah warns us: ‘Justice, justice’—justice in moderation— ‘shall you pursue.’ Do not practice excessive piety, for sometimes this too is among the tactics of the Evil Inclination. ‘Do not be overly righteous’ (Ecclesiastes 7:16).”

Both of these teachings emphasize the point of holding, but holding lightly: pursuing truth, but recognizing that we can never fully grasp it; judging but not becoming judgmental. In this season of Elul, we might extend it: Holding ourselves and others accountable, while also making room for grace and forgiveness. And in this increasingly violent world of political and cultural polarization, we might also apply it to our bigger conflicts.

All of that work begins in our own hearts and minds. May our preparation for the coming New Year help us do it together.

For Reflection & Conversation

  • How easy or hard do you find it to hold things lightly? Are there certain things that are easier or harder for you to hold lightly? If so, why? What might it feel like to soften your grip? What might it feel like to hold on a little tighter?
For My Cousin Julian z”l (Re’eh 5786)

For My Cousin Julian z”l (Re’eh 5786)

My cousin Julian Newman died tragically last week after a long battle with depression. He was a young 30 years old.

Julian and his sibling Rena Yehuda are the two children of my first cousin Heidi and her husband Dave. As a child, I remember my mom talking to her older sister Judy Goldfein, Heidi’s mom, at least once a day—and that was back in the days when you had to pay for long-distance calls on your landline. They were very close, which probably led to the Goldfein girls being the cousins we were closest with.

That became even truer when Heidi’s family and mine wound up living walking distance from one another in Skokie/Evanston. Dave gave my kids music lessons. Our families, including Heidi’s sister Natalie, who also lives in Chicago, often have Shabbat dinner together. And our extended family managed to draw closer during and after the pandemic with the advent of “Zoom Kiddush,” a Friday afternoon gathering that has continued all these years later.

All of which is to say, this is a really heavy loss.

As it is customary and appropriate to teach Torah in memory of the deceased, both in their honor and for the comfort of the mourners, here are, as our grandfather Hymie might have put it, some words about Julian, some words of memory, and some words of Torah.

Julian was a devoted son, sibling, nephew, family member, friend, neighbor, and citizen. He loved languages and travel to foreign countries. He was fluent in Russian, which he studied as an undergraduate at the University of Wisconsin-Madison. He earned a master’s degree in international relations in 2025 and had hoped to work in government or an NGO, but the timing didn’t work out (see: Trump Administration). He played chess competitively—and one of the best moments of shiva has been seeing a group of his chess buddies share stories about him with his parents. He was a cyclist, a gardener, and a cook. He tutored immigrants in English.

Julian loved learning. As I have heard more stories about his curiosity and intellectual appetites, I found myself reminded of a teaching of Rabbi Simcha Bunim of Peshischa on this week’s Torah portion, which includes the words, “In order that you may learn to live in awe of YHVH your God all of your days” (Deuteronomy 14:23). Simcha Bunim teaches: “‘In order that you may learn’—this, the study of Torah, is the foundation and essence of a person’s tikkun, their refinement. By means of this study one can arrive at awe of the Divine, and from there one can ascend to the level of completion—the understanding that ‘the whole Earth is filled with the Divine Presence’ (Isaiah 6:3), that the spark of life in every single thing is from divinity.”

This kind of consciousness reflects an understanding that everything is interconnected. As Marge Piercy puts it in ‘The Seven of Pentacles,’ one of my favorite poems of hers:

Connections are made slowly, sometimes they grow underground.
You cannot tell always by looking what is happening.
More than half the tree is spread out in the soil under your feet.

And, a little later:

a thicket and bramble wilderness to the outside but to us
interconnected with rabbit runs and burrows and lairs.

When they were little, I remember visiting Julian and Rena’s house and meeting “Archie, the Hamster of Joy.” He lived in a cage in the kitchen, burrowing away like a hamster does. Today, outside the kitchen window is a garden that Julian planted with his sibling and brother-in-law, Ed. We’ve all been marveling this week at “Julian’s sunflower” that has grown to be over six feet tall.

This sense of interconnection is maybe what I’m finding most pervasive: More hugs, more hand-holding, more expressions of love than we probably made last week. If Julian’s death leads us to be more loving, it might be a small measure of tikkun for all the pain and heartache.

Another teaching:

The parasha opens with the words, “See, I place before you today blessing and curse” (Deuteronomy 11:26). Rabbi Baruch of Mezhibezh comments: “‘Anokhi, I’ — it’s as if the Holy One were saying, ‘I give myself into your hands.’ As the Sages said (Shabbat 105a): Anokhi is an abbreviation for ‘I wrote and gave myself.’ Thus the blessing and curse are in your hands… This is also found in the Midrash: “The Holy Blessed One said to Israel, ‘I have sold my Torah to you—and, as it were, I have sold myself over to you;’ this is implied from the verse, ‘And they shall take [literally ‘acquire’] for Me an offering’ (Exodus 25:2).”

In moments of tragedy, those of us raised with a dualistic notion of God (e.g. old man in the sky who rewards and punishes) can quickly find ourselves in a theological cul-de-sac as we try to explain the unexplainable. “Why would God do this?” or “Where was God?” One of the many virtues of the less dualistic approach of Hasidism is that it reorients us away from this impossible, painful question. The Holy One is here and always has been, with us in our joy and our suffering, in our strength and our weakness, in our communal moments and our loneliness. When we perform acts of compassion, love, and healing, we reveal more of the Holy One in the world. I’m pretty sure Julian knew that, and I’m quite sure he’s teaching us that now.

Which brings me to a final teaching on the parasha. It comes as a comment on one of the Torah’s stirring verses about giving tzedakah: “You are to give, yes, give to the poor person; your heart is not to be ill-disposed in your giving to them, for on account of this matter YHWH your God will bless you in all your doings and in all the enterprises of your hand.” (Deut. 15:10)

The Maggid of Dubno comments: “This is the meaning of ‘your heart is not to be ill-disposed in your giving to him’: Do not investigate after him with a bitter or begrudging heart to see if he is worthy, or whether it is impossible for him to earn a living in another way. For regarding this too, let your heart not be grieved, and say: It is worth it for this alone—that you are not acting as a fault-finder—so that Hashem will also bless you without inspecting your actions. For if the Holy One were to scrutinize strictly according to the attribute of justice, who could stand justified?”

Naton titen lo— “Give, give,” says the verse, parallelling the words “patoach tiftach et yadcha,” “Open, open your hand” two verses earlier. The spiritual motion of tzedakah mirrors that of prayer or Torah study—open, giving, generous, flowing, loving. Far too often, the natural font of hesed, love, within us is choked off. The world and its forces of separation have a way of making that happen, even as deep down we all know that everyone is fighting a battle we know nothing about. So we have to work at it, opening our hearts, our hands, our mouths, to allow love to flow. Among all the many reasons we practice, that may be the most essential.

Marge Piercy puts it best:

Weave real connections, create real nodes, build real houses.
Live a life you can endure: Make love that is loving.
Keep tangling and interweaving and taking more in,
a thicket and bramble wilderness to the outside but to us
interconnected with rabbit runs and burrows and lairs.

Live as if you liked yourself, and it may happen:
reach out, keep reaching out, keep bringing in.
This is how we are going to live for a long time: not always,
for every gardener knows that after the digging, after the planting,
after the long season of tending and growth, the harvest comes.

May we love and support one another to make it so.

Forgotten but in the End Remembered (Ekev 5786)

Forgotten but in the End Remembered (Ekev 5786)

When folks ask me these days, “How’s your mom?” my answer is still, “She’s the world’s best Alzheimer’s patient.” But her world definitely feels like it’s shrinking. We’re approaching a decade since she was diagnosed. While she has blessedly been spared the kind of major personality change many dementia patients can experience, our conversations don’t have much room to roam. We stay close to talking about the meal that will be served next on her floor, what I’m up to today, and, when I visit, listening to music together.

At this stage I often get the question, “Does she still recognize you?” That’s hard to answer. She definitely doesn’t recognize most people, though she is totally friendly to them and excited to welcome guests. She can still access key conversational scripts like, “Where did you grow up?” or “What do you do for a living?” And she answers most statements with something like, “Oh, that’s terrific!” or “Isn’t that great?!” (You can take Happy largely out of the world, but you can’t take the happy out of Happy.)

As for whether she recognizes me in particular, I’ve concluded that we’re in this kind of nether zone where it’s just kind of hazy. She knows that if she presses a button on her speed dial, she can find a person on the other end of the line whose name is Josh, and she can tell me that that person is her son. But it’s not always clear when I visit that, in her mind, the person visiting (me) is the same person as on the phone a few minutes before.

For me, by far the most important practice has been letting go of expectations. I just try to follow her lead and respond with what I sense she needs and not get caught on what logic might be operating in my brain. Once I’ve let go of the idea that she thinks of me as “my son Josh” in the same way you or I might utter that phrase, I find it’s much easier to focus and do the mitzvah I’m here to do. It’s not about me—it’s about her.

All of that has led me to reflect more on the nature of memory and consciousness. We know these days that, even in healthy folks, memory is a really tricky thing. In its own way, this part of my life seems like it’s commenting on some of the questions swirling around AI: What is hallucination, what’s true, and when does that matter?

Anyone who has tried to sit with mindful awareness of their thoughts for even a few minutes will likely agree that consciousness is quite a mystery. What is it to be lucid? What does a healthy memory or consciousness look like? It’s not so simple.

A story is told of Rabbi Yaakov Yitzchak Rabinowicz of Peshischa (1766-1813), “Hayehudi Hakadosh,” the “Holy Jew,” when he went to visit his teacher, Yaakov Yitzchak of Lublin. He found the rebbe distraught and asked why he was so low. “I have transgressed the negative commandment, ‘Be careful lest you forget YHVH your God’ (Deut. 8:11),” he answered. “For one brief moment I allowed my attention to slip and didn’t give my full consciousness to the existence of the Holy One.”

The Yehudi Hakadosh responded, “We find taught in the Mishnah (Peah 6:6) that if one forgot a sheaf of wheat in the field, it is normally considered to be lost—the owner can’t go back to get it but rather has to leave it in the field. But if it is so large as to be two seahs [about 24 liters], it is not considered forgotten. Why? Because something that is good is not forgotten—if one forgets it, they will immediately remember it. ‘Forgotten but in the end remembered’ is not considered forgotten. So too in your case: You have not transgressed the commandment, for you immediately remembered.”

The rebbe replied, “You have brought me back to life.”

Perhaps the most basic gesture of mindfulness meditation is this: Set an intention, e.g. to be mindfully aware of your breathing. Try to do that. And then, when you inevitably notice that your attention has wandered, gently bring your attention back to your intention. Rinse and repeat.

Years ago, my friend and colleague, Rabbi Jordan Bendat-Appell, changed my life when he pointed out (in our online Gift of Awareness introduction to Jewish mindfulness meditation course) that this process is the very same one we practice during the High Holidays: it’s teshuva. We set a kavana, an intention. We miss the mark (chet, sin, literally means missing the mark, as in archery). We become aware of that and remember our intention (zekhira—remembering). At that moment, we have the opportunity to return to our intention (teshuva means return).

Like I said, a life-changing teaching.

Making such a choice is often lubricated by an underlying posture of hesed, compassionate love, for ourselves—or for whoever we may seek to be in relationship with. That is what I hear in the Yehudi Hakadosh’s words to his rebbe: Your intention is to be present and aware at all times. Inevitably, you will miss the mark. Given that this is hardwired into our human system, I think we can understand the teaching to be that it is neither possible nor healthy to imagine that inevitable human forgetfulness is outside the scope of Divine compassion.

Maybe it’s not an accident that my own mindfulness practice has deepened so much precisely in these years of my mother’s dementia. On pretty much a daily basis, I find myself living in that basic teshuva pattern: intention, miss the mark, notice, return. For her and for me, I find that holding it all lightly is essential. I try to notice and let go of impulses to judge either of us harshly or reactively. In doing so, hopefully I help make room for both of us to remember the love and compassion that’s never forgotten.

For Reflection & Conversation

  • What does this reflection evoke for you? Are there relationships or aspects of yourself to which you’d like to bring more compassion? What, if anything, gets in the way of doing so? Who or what might help you to soften or dissolve those barriers?