Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Happy Birthday Moshe Holtzberg!


Moshe Holtzberg, the only member of the Holtzberg family in Mumbai to have survived the murderous terror attack on the city’s Chabad House three years ago, celebrated his fifth - until 120 in good health -birthday on Monday.

Today, Moshe is a happy and relaxed child. However, he still says “good morning” and “goodnight” to the pictures of his parents, the late shluchim Rabbi Gavriel Noach and Rivka Holtzberg, every day.
“He’s a clever, contented child, who goes to school happily,” said his nanny Sandra Samuel, who rescued him from the Chabad House in Mumbai and still lives with him in his grandparents’ home. “Every night, before he goes to sleep, he kisses the picture of his parents.”
(SOURCE & PHOTO: COL.ORG.IL)

Happy Birthday  Moshe Holtzberg!
I walk in and notice two Egged drivers sitting and chatting over coffee and then I remember that blue button-down shirts and sunglasses doesn't mean Egged in America.

Mr Vietnam

Hi, Mr Vietnam. 
Quite pleased we met tonight
Not just I, but you, as well
If I can read a map alright

Your emotional generosity
underhanded, gratefully pocketed
Torn, I think you noticed
My endeavors at un-hearted

Your cute honesty, refreshing
soaked by my spongy soul
fresh humour and simplicity
a delight 
in 
this 
money slash drama slash dancing hole.

Oh! Your flickering light
grew brighter with each stroke
and self and peace and unity
in places often broke

To wait six months or eight
or maybe just days, few
there's no dot in your name
because I'm not done with you

Mr Vietnam 

:)

Monday, November 28, 2011

The 6th Level of Creation

1) דומם
2) צומח
3) חי
4) מדבר
5) יהודי
6) יהודי שאיבד 5 מתוך 8 ילדים

;(      ;(

Friday, November 25, 2011

The Sung Unhero


This is one of my favourite Daily Doses. I just love it. It's so encouraging, so wonderful, so real and true.

The Sung Unhero

Your most heroic acts are those of which you may not even be aware.
Like the time you could have gotten even with the guy in the next cubicle, and nobody would have known. And you really wanted to. But you didn’t, just because it’s not right.
You may not have been impressed—you may even have been disappointed with yourself. But the angels burst into song, as all your world rose up a niche. It may have been the most elevating act of a lifetime.
Heroic acts are wonderful, but that could be just your nature. When you break out of your nature, you enter the realm of the G‑dly.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Rabbi Baruch Shalom HaLevi Ashlag ("RABASH")

You can read about him here.

(Mum, take a deep breath. Or as CE would say, "calm down. don't get stressed." x10)

IDF to 'Kidnap' Soldiers Once a Month

Amid fears that terrorists are planning to kidnap soldiers, the IDF will stage soldiers' kidnappings once a month.
By Elad Benari
First Publish: 11/23/2011, 9:11 AM

IDF Soldiers
IDF Soldiers
Flash 90
A month after abducted soldier Gilad Shalit was released and amid fears that terrorists are planning further kidnappings, the IDF is planning to increase the frequency of itsexercises and stage the kidnapping of a soldier once a month.
According to a report on the IDF website on Tuesday, the monthly “kidnapping exercises” will begin next month, and the military is also considering distributing tear gas to male soldiers so they can resist a kidnapping attempt. Presently, only female soldiers are given tear gas.
The decision was made in a recent special session chaired by the Deputy Chief of Staff. It was made in light of increased warnings about terrorists’ intentions to kidnap soldiers and due to explicit threats to that effect by terrorist organizations.
“There are quite a few warnings about it, and after the release of Gilad Shalit, the various terrorist organizations announced that they will increase their attempts to kidnap a soldier,” Brigadier-General Meir Ohana, Commander of the Military Police Corps, told the IDF website.
In addition, the report said, the IDF is also planning to increase the punishment for soldiers caught hitchhiking, which is prohibited.
Last week, the Israeli army held a wide-scale exercise which included a mock reportof kidnapping at an army checkpoint in the Jordan Valley. The “victim” was kidnapped and taken to Shechem, in northern Samaria.
Palestinian Authority Chairman Mahmoud Abbas joined Hamas last month in stating that kidnapping and holding Shalit as hostage for more than five years was “successful" because it brought about the release of the first batch of 1,027 terrorists to be freed by Israel. Nearly 500 were released in the first stage of the agreement, and the others are to be set freed next month.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Flight Distances From England

From Manchester, England to: 
England (UK)
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to London Heathrow, England (UK): 1 hours
Best time to travel: May - October
 
USA (New York)
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to New York, USA (New York): 8 hours
Best time to travel: All year round (but hot in July & August)
 
Argentina
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Buenos Aires, Argentina: 16 hours
Best time to travel: September - November, March - May
 
Australia
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Sydney, Australia: 24 hours
Best time to travel: July - December
 
Austria
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Vienna, Austria: 2 hours
Best time to travel: November – April
 
Bahamas
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Nassau, Bahamas: 11 hours
Best time to travel: November – April
 
Barbados (Caribbean)
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Christ Church, Barbados (Caribbean): 11 hours
Best time to travel: November – April
 
Belgium
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Brussels, Belgium: 1.5 hours
Best time to travel: May - September
 
Brasil
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Sao Paulo, Brasil: 14 hours
Best time to travel: May - September
 
Canada
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Toronto, Canada: 8 hours
Best time to travel: May - September
 
China
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Beijing, China: 12 hours
Best time to travel: April - October (but wet in July & August)
 
Cyprus
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Paphos, Cyprus: 5 hours
Best time to travel: All year round
 
Egypt
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Cairo, Egypt: 6 hours
Best time to travel: October - May
 
Fiji
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Nadi, Fiji: 24 hours
Best time to travel: May - September
 
Finland
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Lapland, Finland: 6 hours
Best time to travel: May - November
 
France
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Paris, France: 1.5 hours
Best time to travel: May - September
 
Germany
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Berlin, Germany: 3 hours
Best time to travel: May - September
 
Greece
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Athens, Greece: 4 hours
Best time to travel: April - October
 
Hungary
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Budapest, Hungary: 3.5 hours
Best time to travel: May - October
 
India
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Delhi, India: 11 hours
Best time to travel: November - March
 
Indonesia
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Jakarta, Indonesia: 17 hours
Best time to travel: June - September
 
Ireland
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Dublin, Ireland: 1 hours
Best time to travel: June - September
 
Italy
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Rome, Italy: 4 hours
Best time to travel: April - October
 
Japan
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Tokyo, Japan: 14 hours
Best time to travel: April - May, October - November
 
Kenya
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Nairobi, Kenya: 11 hours
Best time to travel: August - March
 
Malta
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Luqa, Malta: 4 hours
Best time to travel: All year round
 
Mauritius
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Plaisance, Mauritius: 15 hours
Best time to travel: May - November
 
Mexico
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Cancun, Mexico: 11 hours
Best time to travel: November - June
 
Netherlands
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Amsterdam, Netherlands: 1.5 hours
Best time to travel: May - September
 
Poland
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Warsaw, Poland: 4 hours
Best time to travel: May - September
 
Portugal
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Lisbon, Portugal: 4 hours
Best time to travel: March - October
 
Russia
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Moscow, Russia: 6 hours
Best time to travel: May - August
 
Scotland (UK)
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Edinburgh, Scotland (UK): 1 hours
Best time to travel: June - September
 
Seychelles
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Mahé, Seychelles: 13 hours
Best time to travel: May - September
 
Singapore
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Singapore, Singapore: 14 hours
Best time to travel: All year round (but wet in November & December)
 
South Africa
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Johannesburg, South Africa: 13 hours
Best time to travel: September - May
 
Spain
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Madrid, Spain: 3 hours
Best time to travel: April - October
 
Sweden
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Stockholm, Sweden: 2 hours
Best time to travel: June - September
 
Switzerland
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Zurich, Switzerland: 2 hours
Best time to travel: May - September
 
Thailand
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Bangkok, Thailand: 13 hours
Best time to travel: November - April
 
Turkey
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Istanbul, Turkey: 4 hours
Best time to travel: April - September
 
UAE
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Dubai, UAE: 7 hours
Best time to travel: December - March
 
USA (Hawaii)
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Honolulu, USA (Hawaii): 19 hours
Best time to travel: February - November
 
USA (Nevada)
Flight time from Manchester, England (UK) to Las Vegas, USA (Nevada): 13 hours
Best time to travel: All year round

Monday, November 21, 2011

!התמונה שהכי תזכיר לכם את הודו! ובחיוך גדול


שלום חוה
חיפשת תמונה שמאפיינת את הודו...
כן, כן, אין ספק שהם מדהימים אותנו - בני המערב.
היכולת הכימעט  טבעית של ההודים, 
להסתפק במרחב אישי מינמלי ולהכיל בעליצות עוד כמה...
והתמונה הזו לוקחת אותי היישר לסיפור הפתיחה בפרשת השבוע:
אברהם אבינו, מכניס האורחים האגדי, 
מציע גסטהאוז באמצע המדבר, ארבע פתחים שיהיה קל לחברה להיכנס,
אוכל טוב ממש: בקר, יין, חמאה קינוחים ומה לא? וכשהציעו לו תשלום, הוא אפילו לא אמר : 'as you like'
זה היה חינם! לגמרי!
לגמרי?  
המדרש מספר שכל אורח בתום הסעודה נתבקש על ידי אברהם לברך על המזון ולהודות לה'. 
מסתבר, שחלק מהאורחים לא אהבו את ה'כפיה דתית' הזו.והתעקשו שתודתם נתונה לאברהם.
או אז שלף אברהם חשבונית מכובדת ואמר:
אם כך אני דורש תשלום מלא. בתוספת מס עבור מסעדה שפועלת הרחק ממקום יישוב .
האמת שאת רוב האורחים החשבונית הרתיעה והם העדיפו להודות בחצי פה ובלבד שיתפטרו מהמקום.
אבל באמת לא מובן?
למה אברהם אבינו צריך לכפות את אמונה בבורא עולם על ציבור שלא מעוניין?
למה בכלל להניח תפילין ליהודי על שפת האגם בפושקר, כשהוא שעושה זאת רק 'כטובה בשבילך'?
למה לסחוב יהודי מ'אואזיס' להשלים מנין בזמן שהוא בכלל לא בקטע ?
התשובה הפשוטה היא :כולנו בקטע!
זה לא מקרה שעשרות אלפי ישראלים מסתובבים בתקווה שהודו תציע בפניהם חוויה מיסטית.
לכל יהודי נשמה אלוקית שרוצה להתחבר לבורא ולעשות את רצונו.
וכשעושים פעולה אפילו לא מתוך הזדהות מלאה, זה כבר גורם
לניצוץ האלוקי שבנו להתקדם שלב אחד קדימה בדרכו לחיבור עם הבורא. 
ההפתעה הגדולה תתרחש ממש בקרוב, 
כשמשיח יגיע ואז לא רק הנשמה תאותת על כמיהתה לבורא 
אלא אפילו הגוף הגשמי החומרי ירצה בו. 
"וראו כל בשר כי פי ה' דיבר"
לי, אין כבר סבלנות לחכות
בטח גם לכם..
ובנתיים, שבת שלום שמחה וגאולה
משפחת בית חב"ד פושקר
בית חב"ד פושקר - הבית שלך מחוץ לבית...
יחי אדוננו מורנו ורבינו מלך המשיח לעולם ועד

מס' טלפון ישראלי בהודו: (עלות שיחה בישראל)

שימי 0579459963
זלדה 0579467113
(מס' טלפון בישראל: 0527707405)


תרומה לבית חב"ד פושקר
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Address:
Rabbi Shimshon Goldshtein
Chabad House
Bagwati Guesthouse
Near Ajmer Bus Stand
Pushkar 305022
 INDIA

"kayak.com" back on the radar

how utterly phenomenal
i am alive
i can move
i can go
i can leave
i've missed my home, the sky.
"A person who is not astute at deceiving is called תָּם, innocent."


-from today's chitas

Friday, November 18, 2011

4:30am is still not 6am...

So, off to bed I go... responsibly :D

Ahhh, Caracas...!

Whatever You Do, Goes Back To You


How you treat others is how G-d treats you. 
How you forgive them is how He forgives you. 
How you see them is how He sees you.

When you show empathy for the plight of another human being, G-d takes empathy in your plight.

When others slight you and you ignore the call to vengeance that burns inside, G-d erases all memory of your failures toward Him. 

When you see the image of G-d in another human being, then the image of G-d becomes revealed within you.

-----Daily Dose of Wisdom by Tzvi Freeman, based on the Rebbe's teachings

"Ella dijo 'Rebbe'!!!"

Off topic, but I think of this sometimes.

I used to put on Morah Chana Brod's cds in Yiddish for my class who spoke only Spanish, just so their neshamas can hear niggunim..and Samuel would call out excitedly "Ella dijo 'Rebbe'!!!" ("She said 'Rebbe'!!!).
It was such nachas. Such such nachas.
B"H! :)

I'm Gulping!

I'm a thirsty man, gulping.
Gulping, gulping, gulping.
I'm writing.

I'm Back To My Blog :)

So instead of writing, I'm spending my time reading travel blogs n stuff. Dunked a buncha coffee down my throat to have energy to revisit emotions n times long gone in order to give birth to the ideas and thoughts hanging out in my brain for months or years, but instead I'm clicking link after link on NomadicMatt's pages, and making buddies with the sky scanner sites of the web.
But it's okay that I'm not writing.
Because I am reading the magic of my soul.
I am back in my little corner of the world, away from Facebook (which has stolen my writing), texting (which steals my attention) and everything else.
I am back to my blog, my interests, my privacy, my connection with the nomads and with the people who don't "know" me.

I'm alive, blessed be He.

Air-Hitchhiking

"The old aphorism that one does not marry for money, but rather mingles with the rich and marries for love has useful applications when it comes to cadging rides on private jets."   (full article)
"The thumb has been created for travel."  (Mion D. Liyte)

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Imagine being able to say "עֶבֶד אַבְרָהָם אָנֹכִי"...!


Then again, I can say I'm a shlucha of the Rebbe. And shlucho shel odom, k'moso. So, hmmm..

Rule in Dikduk

"...every “beth,” “lammed,” and “hey,” that serve as a prefix and are vowelized with a “pattach” refer to something specific, already mentioned elsewhere, or of [some object] where it is clear and obvious about what one is speaking."


-From today's chitas. 

The Fallen Sword of the Sultan ( a story )


chayei sarah..chevron...bittersweet...home...israel...yalla, a story. 

In the early 1640s, the sultan of the Ottoman Empire made a journey from his seat of government in far-off Turkey to places of importance in his domains.
He made his way to the Cave of Machpelah in Hebron. He entered, adorned in his traditional ruling garb, including the golden sword, studded with diamonds and precious stones, which hung at his side. The Sultan wandered from room to room, finally entering the huge hall named after the Patriarch Yitzchak.
The center of attraction in the Yitzchak Hall is a small circular hole in the floor, near the wall shared with the smaller Avraham Hall. The hole is perhaps the most sacred spot in the entire illustrious structure above the burial caves of the Patriarchs and Matriarchs, for it leads down into the caves themselves. Pilgrims from all over the world journey for weeks and months just to have the opportunity to stand by this small, dark, circular opening, leading into the cave, which according to tradition was excavated by Adam, the first man.
The Sultan leaned over the revered aperture, peering down into it. As he bent over, his precious sword fell from his side, down into the cavity in the ground. Hearing the clang of metal hitting the ground, the sultan realized that his sword lay in the caves underneath. The sultan called the officer of the guard and ordered him to lower a soldier through the hole into the caves below, to retrieve his sword.
Quick to respond to the sultan’s order, the officer selected a soldier nearby. Another soldier wrapped a rope around his waist and lowered the soldier into the underground cavern. No sooner had they done so when, without warning, piercing screams penetrated from inside the hole below. Quickly they pulled up the soldier, but he was dead. The sultan ordered that another soldier be lowered into the caves. So it was, and his fate was precisely as his predecessor’s.
The sultan continued to send soldiers into the caves, until it became apparent that all who enter the caves do not exit alive. The sultan turned to his hosts and exclaimed, “Who will return to me my sword?” The Arabs, looking at one another, answered without hesitating. “Why not send down a Jew? If he dies, none of us would care, and if not, you will have your precious saber back.” So the Jews were ordered, on pain of death, to supply a volunteer to be lowered into the caves to return the sultan’s sword to him.
The Jews of Hebron had heard what happened to the sultan’s soldiers. How could they send one of their own to his death? They prayed and fasted, hoping to avert the decree. Realizing that they had no choice, they looked at one another. Who would dare to enter the sacred caves of the Patriarchs?
The elderly rabbi of the community, the Kabbalist and sage Rabbi Avraham Azulai, author of Chesed L’Avraham, solved the dilemma. “I will enter the holy caves. Have no fear.” And so it was. After praying and pleading before the G‑d of Avraham, Yitzchak and Yaakov, Rabbi Avraham Azulai immersed himself in the mikvah and dressed in white garments, the traditional dress of the dead. He set forth to the Cave of Machpelah.
With a rope tied around his waist, Rabbi Azulai was lowered into the cave. When his feet hit the ground, Rabbi Azulai looked around him and found, standing by his side, three bearded men. “We are your forefathers,” they told him, “Avraham, Yitzchak and Yaakov.” Rabbi Azulai was dumbfounded. Finally he said to them, “Why should I leave here and go back above? I am elderly, and here I have found my forefathers. I desire only to stay here with you.”
The Patriarchs insisted, “You must return the sword to the sultan. If not, the entire Jewish community of Hebron is liable to be wiped out. But have no fear. In another seven days you will return here, to be with us.”
So the saintly rabbi returned to the Yitzchak Hall, above the cave of the Patriarchs, and with him was the sultan’s sword. The sultan was pleased. Upon seeing their beloved rabbi return alive, the Jews of Hebron declared the day a holiday. Rabbi Avraham Azulai spent the next week with his students, teaching them all the esoteric teachings ofTorah. Day and night he learned with them, instructing them, imparting to them all that he knew.
Seven days after being lowered into the Cave of Machpelah, Rabbi Avraham Azulai returned his soul to his Maker, dying peacefully in his home. He was brought to rest in the ancient Jewish cemetery in Hebron, overlooking the final resting place of his beloved forefathers, Avraham, Yitzchak and Yaakov.

Adapted by Yerachmiel Tilles from hebron.co.il
Rabbi Avraham Azulai (1570–1643) authored the well-known Kabbalistic work Chesed L’Avraham. He is the ancestor of one of the most famous Sephardic sages, Chida (Rabbi Chaim Yosef DavidAzulai, 1724–1806)..

Monday, November 14, 2011

Crayon Crisis

By Diane M. Miller
Life is about using the whole box of crayons.
~RuPaul

The telephone rang. It was my sister. She said, "Just thought I'd let you know I used your crayon story again." My sister is the media specialist in an elementary school. Every now and then, she will tell my story to the students who visit her library.


Forty-odd years ago, I sat in my first-grade classroom. The classroom's PA crackled to life, summoning me to the principal's office. The PRINCIPAL'S office! As I walked to the office, my six-year-old little life flashed before my eyes. What did I do?
I was a shy kid. I did my best to blend into the background. I hated to be noticed or singled out. For me, being called to the principal's office was my worst nightmare come to life. My black and white saddle shoes scuffed the floor as I walked ever so slowly to the office.
"Diane, the principal is not ready for you yet. Please have a seat," said the school secretary.
I climbed up onto the leather sofa and sunk as low as I could into the cushion. I was praying that the cushion would swallow me whole.
The intercom buzzed on the secretary's desk. "You can go in now," she smiled.
I pushed open the heavy oak door. It was worse than I thought. Seated in front of the principal's desk were my parents. The real reason why they were there, I wouldn't learn until years later.
My father walked straight over to me. He held a stack of my drawings. "Why do you only use a black crayon when you draw?" he asked.
I couldn't speak. All I could do was shrug my boney shoulders.
"Show me your desk," said my father.
We returned to my classroom. It was recess time so all my classmates were out on the playground. I nervously pointed to my wooden desk.
My father pulled out my crayon box. He dumped the contents into his hand. A single nub of a crayon rested in his palm -- it was black.
Puzzled, my father asked, "Where are the rest of your crayons?"
I quietly explained that I'd given all the other crayons to friends. I'd been sharing like my parents had taught me.
My father let out a deep controlled breath, "You were sharing."
I nodded my head. I looked at my father, then at the principal -- both their faces were red. The principal mumbled that I could join the rest of my classmates for recess. I waved goodbye to my parents. My mother waved back, but I couldn't get my father's attention; he was too busy glaring at the principal.
I learned years later that my father's face was red due to anger and the principal's was red due to embarrassment. The principal, on seeing all my artwork done in black crayon, assumed that I had deep emotional issues. To him my crayon choice reflected my "dark and depressed nature." He had called my parents in to discuss "my problem" and to suggest some type of psychological counseling.
I was too afraid to admit that I only had one crayon. I was too timid to ask for my "shared" crayons back. Because I didn't stand up for myself, others assumed the worst.
That night, my father talked to me about "sharing and giving," and how the two are different. He also gave me a brand new box of crayons. He tapped the box and said, "These crayons are for you and you alone. I don't want you sharing or giving these crayons to anyone else, understand?"
I clutched the new box and said, "Yes, Daddy."


Today my sister tells her students, "Don't be afraid to ask a question. Don't be afraid to speak up. If you don't -- I just might make the wrong assumption. And that's not a good thing. Let me tell a story about my sister, when she was around your age. It revolves around an assumption and a black crayon...."


Reprinted by permission of Chicken Soup for the Soul Publishing, LLC (c) 2010. In order to protect the rights of the copyright holder, no portion of this publication may be reproduced without prior written consent. All rights reserved.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

The days are getting shorter but not His Light, His Love and His Grace so fear not. Let us not forget this, this Shabbat with us! 

Shabbat Shalom Everyone!


In the service of the Gd of Israel,
Shalom,

Naomi
India

Thursday, November 10, 2011

I felt so free...

I felt so free, unshackled, liberated.
Could conquer anything, even NY or LA.
I felt in touch with myself once more.
I felt I could write, could explore, could see the world again.

I felt sure, my head held high, wind blowing my hair.
I felt confident, released, light and light.

But now, words of doubt, I hear from around.
And I fear being chained, being placed under heavy stones.
But maybe I should take the doubt only as it is--not as denouncement, but only as doubt.
It IS sudden and strange, we all agree on this.
It's definitely weird, shocking and amiss.

Too, I'm tired and tired brings despair.
I ought to revisit my Vulnerable piece, maybe repost it here.

Goodnight.
Hashem loves me like a father that loves his only son born to him in his old age.
And even a bit more ;)

Wednesday, November 09, 2011

A Thirsty Man's Poison

What a relief!
To find out that the poison was actually chocolate cake...


---
Side note: Unshackled, the world looks approachable, once more.

Refining One's Middos


Once, during a farbrengen, the Razah said that the only way to correct one's middos is to use one's mind - just as one can safely walk across a narrow beam lying in a pool of mud, by using one's head to keep balance.

The Rebbe Rashab commented, "Why does controlling one's middoswith the mind resemble walking across a narrow beam? Because safety is only insured when the head is keeping balance, preventing themiddos from making one fall.

"This approach requires constant watchfulness of the mind so that themiddos that have not yet been corrected will not return to their natural, wild ways. True correction of middos requires transforming the middosthemselves, by using the mind together with avoda of the heart."
The Frierdiker Rebbe noted: The chassidim of earlier times were more devoted, and they corrected their middos on an entirely different level, both in quality and quantity. In those days they were able walk with slippers and white socks and their socks would remain clean, for they knew how to sidestep the mud. Nowadays, we go across with boots and even our clothes get dirty.
(סה"ש ת"ש ע' 39)

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Wednesday, November 02, 2011


"so yesterday the world map came off our wall in our house and my fathers like "how will we be able to figure out where chavala is now"?"


ahhh!! awesomeness in its fullest form! thank you israel, you are goodness!

Tuesday, November 01, 2011


For every power for good in your soul, writes Tzvi Freeman, a counter-force crouches within to oppose it.

There is only one place that stands beyond assault, as it also stands beyond reason or need. It is the simple power to choose good and not bad, and it is the place where the soul meets G‑d and there they are one.

In that place, where that resolute decision is made, the counterforce dissolves and dissipates. Indeed, it was created from that place, with the purpose of returning you to there.

And you have returned.

He states unequivocally that I've returned.

Hmmm.

When Everything I Do Is Wrong

When everything I do, is wrong. When everything I say, is wrong.
When everything I try, is wrong. When everything I am, is wrong.

When quiet words of disappointment scream louder than a slamming door.
When little words of sarcasm echo in my heart and soul.

When every effort's met with FAIL, and every wind threatens my sail.
When every space becomes my nail and no one thinks to come and bail.

When time and time again I fall, and no one cares to hear my call.
When every day just makes me small, and every turn brings one more wall.

How can I walk the path with calm? How can I diffuse my inner bomb?
How can I paste and feel a smile? How can I tolerate this guile?

Maybe I'll just run away. Or maybe in my bed I'll stay.
Maybe I'll go find a way, that I'll never face another day.

When everything I do, is wrong. When everything I say, is wrong.
When everything I try, is wrong. When everything I am, is wrong.