Monday, January 28, 2013

Riding 4 Reform

Although I would not normally do this, and my blog is for commentary on my adventures here in Israel, this opportunity is part of my growth while I am here in Israel. Below you will find a letter explaining my project with a group called Riding 4 Reform and within it, my request for support. Please consider helping me raise the money to participate in this 5 day cycling trip in order to raise money and awareness for the Jewish Progressive Movement in Israel.

Thank you for your support, in advance.


Dear family and friends,

What do you do when you flip over your handlebars on your bike, on the middle of a dirt path, with no one but your riding partners within miles? You brush the dust off, have a good laugh/cry, and then get right back on the bike and finish off the ride. Well, at least that was what I did on December 19.

Throughout my time cycling, I have learned the hard way the importance of bike safety; of wearing a helmet, having a buddy, telling people where you are going, keeping water on me. Having been hit by a car and now flown over my handlebars for a second time, I sometimes surprise myself that i keep getting on a bike. Regardless, I love it! Although that has helped me navigate the roads of Israel and the United States, I have only considered it my information. However, on March 10, I will set off for a five day journey across the North of Israel with about 11 of my classmates, doing something called Ride for Reform (R4R). In short, this five day bike ride is a way to raise awareness and money for the Reform movement in Israel. Seeing how the Orthodox movement is the dominant group here in Israel, the Reform movement (called the Progressive movement in Hebrew) is slowly gaining attention and acknowledgement. This year, the proceeds raised by the riders will go to the IMPJ (Israel Movement for Progressive Judaism), in order to help Progressive congregations throughout Israel, the immigrant community (due to the Reform movement's commitment to social action and social justice), and scholarships to Camp Havaya (IMPJ's summer camp). This is a unique opportunity for me to help my community here in Israel and truly give back (Check outwww.riding4reform.com for more details). 

Now, you're probably asking yourself, what's the catch? And, you'd be right to do so, because here is where you come in. I am super excited about this ride, and cannot wait to spend five days, going about 50 km/~31miles each day on a bike! However, the price of participation is $2,000, plus $100 because I need to rent a bike for the week. The ability to participate in this adventure is one in a lifetime, especially while I am here in Israel, in my first year in school, and I would love your support! Being able to give back to a place that has shown me an immense amount of love and taught me so much about myself and Judaism is incredible, but I need your assistance.
The next question you should likely be asking is, how? Again, way to be on the ball with these questions! Well, if you go to the R4R website Click here!, it will give you full instructions, including what to do with checks and credit cards.

Honestly, I really appreciate your support and remember that any contribution counts (even love!). I will be sure to keep you informed with both my classmates and my progress on our weekly rides. One place to check is my blog.

In conclusion, I am excited for this ride, and hope that you can support me along the journey. Please be in touch, just to check in.

Thanks and much love,

Elana

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Surprise...ELECTIONS! Yesh Atid!

Elections don't go as Planned. Huge Upset for Bibi. Lapid may make coalition. Netanyahu will try to Make Widest Coalition Possible.
These are just some of the headlines from the past 24 hours...

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The elections are over and all the votes (minus the soldiers and those from prisons) have been counted. So there's a new prime minister, right? Well, not quite. When it comes to a parliamentary democracy, nothing is that simple. What with the sheet number of parties, not to mention the fact that the vote is currently tied between the right and the left, 60/60 (but more on that later), a much longer process has been set into motion. That is, each time an election occurs in Israel, it is for a party, and only afterwards can the real fun begin. Therefore, once all the votes have been tallied, the president, Shimon Peres will be tasked with selecting the first person to attempt a coalition. Why, you might ask?
In Israel, politics are not as cut and dry as they are in the states. For a much better explanation, click here (Israeli Embassy explanation). However, for the purposes of this note, just know that the President must take recommendations from all of the newly elected K’nesset members (the number of seats each party gets is directly correlated with the percentage of votes they receive in the election – hence voting for a party, not a candidate) as to who they want to be tasked with creating the next coalition. Then, the fun begins. That individual (along with everyone else in the K’nesset must work to make a coalition of a simple majority, or more than 61 seats. The more center the coalition, the stronger it seems to be.
            Herein lies the problem. The K’nesset currently sits with 60 seats in the center-left block (including Arab parties who will not necessarily or ever join a coalition) and 60 in the right block (with the religious parties who are much more center than right and would even potentially join a center-left coalition). (Click here to get a good representation of Haaretz's mocking image of the parties and here for an article with visual representations of what the different options are for coalitions and what they entail). So basically, there is a draw and only God know what the results will be (or Bibi if he has already finagled a pretty-little Yesh Atid/Habayit haYehudi coalition to go along with Likud Beiteinu). The fun thing is, we don’t know. There will be 21 days during which everyone talks and negotiates, trying to figure out if they are willing to compromise (will the left ditch the settlement issue they so desperately want settled in favor of joining a centerist government and attention paid to education/housing demands? Will the right loosen its super-strength hold on security and allocate some of the security money towards education and housing?). With all of these questions, I look forward to following twitter, ynetnew.com, haaretz.com, and jpost.com.
            The real question that I’m asking myself, since when did I develop an interest in politics? Honestly, I’m not sure if the interest comes from politics, or from Israel. The fact that I am living here, surrounded by people who really do love politics and understand them, means I am truly surrounded by the information. We were getting it in class, in the news, in the papers, and from friends and family. The long and short of it was, how could I not feel the excitement (a war, an election, possibly a failing coalition…) and therefore the desire to be involved was born.
            On election day, we were sent in groups of three or four to different cities around Israel. My group went to Rishon L’tzion, the fourth largest city in Israel and one of the first settlements in the 1880’s. Getting off the bus, we immediately noticed how warm it was (higher than 70 degrees in January!) and how empty the town seemed to be. Talking to people at this time of morning, around 8:30, was easy, because no one else was around and people were still in good moods due to the morning. The streets were basically empty and we got a great idea of what the city (and Jerusalem, before we left) would look like if the apocolypse came but everything remained in tact (or what would happen on Shabbat).
We walked down the streets, talking to people, trying to figure out the political climate of the area. After a few people, we finally got directions to a few schools and went down to check them out. Not only had we actually found schools, we were able to go in and see the polling booth (but we couldn’t take pictures). As we were already there, I asked questions about how the voting actually worked, who voted when, why certain people voted at certain schools, why there were four people sitting in one room, etc. They loved the questions, because it meant a break in the monotony of the day, and we enjoyed getting our questions answered and learning about the elections as they were happening.
            Speaking in Hebrew, and truly understanding what was going on was great! I had the opportunity to talk to people, ask them their opinions on the political spectrum, and get a variety of answers, all without the pressure of speaking correctly. The best part of it was that many or most of them didn’t speak English, so I had to communicate in Hebrew. Although obvious that I am not a great Hebrew speaker, everyone we talked to remained patient and understood me.
            My all time favorite person to whom we spoke was an old man, probably about 85. I approached him because we were looking for a school to find polling places, but he didn’t have any information and started to send us away. I wasn’t letting him off that easily and so started asking about who he had voted for and why. He voted for Shelly, well, for Likud, because he had “always voted for them.” But the story he then told me afterwards (the entire 4:30 minute saga) was about how he had served in every war since the founding of the country, having come here from Poland despite rabbis giving money to go everywhere else. Not only that, but he has a vendetta against the religious, who “study Talmud all day and get the same amount of money I do, maybe 100 nis less, and for what, studying Torah? They don’t deserve it. We need to make this country more reasonable.” As he spoke, he kept stepping closer and closer to me, and became increasingly more unsure that we were understanding. At some point, I was done listening and smelling his breath, so excused us and moved on.
            There were two other pretty interesting ones. One was a woman who said she wasn’t voting because none of the candidates had anything important that she needed. And besides, they weren’t going to do anything for her anyway (or so she thought). Another person told me he wanted Yair Lapid because he would work with Bibi from within, making the changes that actually need to be made. He would make sure Bibi focuses on the important issues and truly gets things like education and housing taken care of. Lastly, a young man said he had voted for Yair Lapid because Lapid was going to get this specific guy appointed as minister of sport, and that was what really mattered.
            We stopped for lunch, so we could transfer all our videos to one place and start making the movie we were required to make as part of our assignment for the day (in fact, that was the only reason we were allowed into the polling place, by telling them this was required homework) (To watch the video click here). At the table next to us was a young religious couple with their infant. I played with him, and of course started talking to the couple. After explaining what our purpose in Rishon was, I asked for whom they had cast their vote. The woman said her husband had voted for HaBayit HaYehudi (I don’t know why…he just did) and she had voted for Shas (“Because that’s who I always vote for…”). This country sometimes doesn’t make sense.
            All I can say is, I’m not necessarily sure I know who I would have voted for, I just know I wouldn’t have been a gung-ho party supporter.

Friday, January 4, 2013

Adventures Accompanied by Aaron



            Shabbat is about an hour away, and I am fully wiped. This week has seen me completing my work for the semester, visiting Tel Aviv and Haifa, riding over 50 miles, taking over 150 pictures, cooking three different dinners, and so much more. Oh yeah, and the arrival of Mr. Aaron Alexander Mosher.
            Aaron and I have traversed this country in just a few days, taking just about every kind of transportation imaginable (bus, sheirut, taxi, train, bike, foot) and covering many miles. Yesterday we were in Haifa to see the Baha’i gardens, and we got a surprise by running into Carly and her boyfriend, Jonathan. The four of us went to lunch after the tour, where Aaron and Jonathan got into a discussion about engineering and Carly and I discussed Rabbinics. However, the most fascinating conversation regarded a Jew marrying a convert. Our discussion revolved around the idea that a convert did not grow up Jewish and therefore doesn’t necessarily know about all the traditions, songs, or childhood activities. No matter, we were all engaged and all made to think about what was discussed.
a little bit of the symmetry of the gardens
            However, let me return to the gardens for a brief moment. The symmetry and cleanliness that abounded in the gardens was absolutely magnificent. Everything had its equal match, demonstrated by looking from one side to the other. Aaron also noticed that on almost all the tiers, there was only one rose left on each side. Our guide said it was accidental, but neither of us were so sure. The 18 levels, nine on top and nine on bottom, represent the 18 initial followers of Baha’u’llah starting in the mid-eigtheen hundreds in Persia (present day Iraq). The religion was founded under the auspices of eliminating warfare. There seemed to be so much destruction and war in the world, and these men and women simply wanted peace and humanity to exist as one. Baha’i followers believe in the institution of marriage, as the foundation for how we learn and grow, and stand for equality between men and women, as well as among all people of the earth.
            These beliefs resonated with me, as ways in which I want to live my life, how I want to go about changing the world. Yet, I feel so strongly about Judaism that I am not sure that this other faith would be possible. Especially because the Baha’i prayer practice is individual, can take place anywhere, and only necessitates two or three prayers, said 2-3 times a day, depending on the person and the practice. In addition, there is no specific time necessitated for it.
            After considering my options (I am in Rabbinical school after all…), I recognize that I agree with the message, that all men are equal and deserve opportunity regardless of their age, race, religion, nationality or any other identifying factor. However, I can enact change right here in Judaism as well, as a Rabbi and as a person. I may not be an extremely charismatic leader, but I do have passion. I love Judaism, I love life, I love people, and I love helping. Those four things, mixed with another of smaller adventures and additions, can help me build a world that will be better than how I found it. That is the most important thing. I spiritually and religiously connect with the Jewish tradition, and will continue on my current path. But I recognize the importance of taking the time to consider other options, other messages, and truly hear what they have to say and how they are said.
            Leaving Haifa, Aaron and I returned home to race through the shuk in time to pay my landlord. Once he left, we made an incredible white wine lemon chicken and garlic bread. The icing on top of the cake was the fact that we were able to just sit and talk for hours (about 3) and just be. We weren’t at dinner or anything and there were no distractions. Plus, we also had chocolate lava cake with whipped cream (so truly, almost icing and cake!!)
Aaron and I at the gardens
            Today dawned early, with me thinking this head cold had taken an even stronger grip. After a shower and some time, I felt good enough to accompany Aaron and Oren on the bike ride to Yad Kennedy. Although Aaron was full of energy and gleeful like a child, I was more subdued, just enjoying being alive.
            We came back, both of us tired. Except it was now time to start preparing for the 13 guests coming for dinner. We made challah (after ruining the yeast two times), apple-strawberry crisp, lentils, and will have salmon. Re-arranging the apartment took some time, as did cleaning up so there would be room for everyone.
The door is open. I'm coming in!
            As I said, it is now 15:48 and the Shabbat siren will go off in about 20 minutes. 
 
The future holds many things, none of them certain. I just look forward to opening the window, and then the door, feeling my way in the dark until I find the light. The light will come, maybe even has come. Regardless, I know I have many people rooting for me, ready to lend me a hand when I fall, or laugh with me along the way. Aaron is one of those people. Ken Yehi Ratzon!