“By three things a man is known: by his cup, by his pocket, and by his anger.” (From the Babylonian Talmud, Eruvin 65)

This is a simple method to know the depth of a person: see him/her when they’re drunk; when they need to pay money; when they are angry.

Other people have suggested other things: The reaction to a face (Ayn Rand); The way they treat the waiter in a restaurant; The way they threat a beggar in the street.

What are your ways? What do you think is the way to get the true measure of a person?

Shavua Tov!

The voice of the Lord hews out flames of fire” (Paslms 29,7)

קול ה’ חוצב להבות אש” תהילים כ”ט, ז”

Imagine the synagogue, Friday night. We had sung already a few songs, leading up to this one: Psalm 29, “Mizmor Le-David“. Everyone stands up for this song. It starts quietly, even though it already has rythm. Even the first chorus is still relatively quiet. But now everyone is loosening up, all the synagoue is singing, some are clapping or stamping their feet, swinging hips, dancing in place. And it gets stronger and more moving, now there is rythm, now there is passion, and we get to the line above. Everyone yells out when we get to “fire“. And in the last verse and chorus the feeling and joy run high, and you can hear the entire congegration also from outside, and we welcome the Shabbat with open arms, preparing for Lecha Dodi which offically brings in the Shabbat.

This is my favorite song. This is my favorite line. This is how I love to start the Shabbat, in joy, and music, and dancing. And this is how I love to start the new week, in singing and remembering the strength and joy and passion of a hall full of men and women singing together.

Have a great week!

This is the original version of Rabbi Shlomo Carlebach Z”L. It doesn’t have the punch of all of us singing together, but it’s good :)

Two days ago, we found a pigeon in our service balcony. We have sliding windows there, and because the dryer needs an outlet one window is always about 20 cm open. In order to prevent pigeons from coming in (I will laugh ironically at this in minute) we have a small sheet of plywood blocking  most of the opening. So we got the plywood in front of window A, and another window B that can slide over window A until it hits the plywood. Yes?

Window B had been left open by mistake (which we will not be repeating again in a hurry). We heard some noises from the balcony so we went and found a pigeon, between the plywood and window B (there really wasn’t much space there). Only her head and wing was peeking from between them. She looked in some distress. So we carefully pulled window B to allow her to leave. She didn’t move. Knowing a few things in the way of pigeons I concluded that she wouldn’t move while I was there as she was in the “freeze” state, so I left (closing the door firmly behind me) and gave her some time to calm down.

Half an hour later I went to check. The door to the service balcony is mostly glass (plastic?) so I didn’t need to open the door to see that the pigeon had in fact moved. However, opening the light and verifying found her in a heap on a pile of (formerly) clean laundry, with one leg up. I rushed to my husband to tell him we had a dead pigeon our laundry. As it was by then very late, we decided to take care of it in the morning.

In the morning I went to see the dead pigeon to find her sitting comfortably on my laundry, blinking at me.

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(picture not mine)

Sooo, obviously not dead. I talked by chance to my SIL about something different and brought up the subject, she said she would ask in her  facebook group (moms in our city). In the meantime, I went to work, and called the RSPCA. They gave me a number of an animal rescuer (where’s Diego when you need him?) He said that if the pigeon can fly and doesn’t, then maybe she laid eggs. To photograph her and send him when I get home. In the meantime, my SIL’s group came through with another number as well.

I got home prepared to photograph – and no pigeon. Great! She flew away, she just didn’t want to be out in the hail we had last night. Almost intelligent. With some relief I put all my formerly clean laundry back in the machine and left.

This morning, I took some clean laundry in to fold and some socks fell behind the hamper. I moved the hamper to get the socks and found the sock on… the body of a pigeon. (you saw that coming, didn’t you? I didn’t). I leaped about a meter in the air and yelled in surprise, waking my husband from his Friday morning nap. We had a dead pigeon covered in socks in our balcony.

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Soo, I went to find a box to put her in, and when we came back to the balcony she was sitting behind the hamper blinking at me.


What? Haven’t you seen a pigeon before?

I called the animal rescuer back all set to send him a photograph, but he didn’t answer (Friday is a non working day in Israel). So I tried the other number and he was very nice, said the pigeon is probably hurt and came to take her.

He walked in with a special carrier box, put on gloves, took one look at the pigeon and said, “Look, her wing is broken”, lifted her carefully into the box and called a bunch of veterinarians to find who is willing to accept a pigeon on a Friday. In the end he found the City Vet (I didn’t even know we had one :) ) I paid him and he went off whistling.

So that’s the adventure of the pigeon who died twice… and walked off with a broken arm.

Of course, I had to clean the balcony thoroughly after that, and close the windows, and get rid of the plywood, etc… and I hope to never see another pigeon in my house again! :)

Has that ever happened to you? Thank you to my SIL and her facebook group! And a thought for Shabbat – what if the socks hadn’t fallen then? *shudder*

Shabbat Shalom!

Well, Passover madness took over and it was only now (Monday!) that I realized I didn’t post a quote for the new week. So here it is: “Better late then never” :razz:

Just kidding.

This is another one of Paulo Coelho, but I didn’t know it before. This really summarizes my belief. But ohh, I miss my brother something fierce.

“Half full, half empty, what the hell difference does it make? If there’s something in the damn glass, drink it.”
Nora Roberts, Angels Fall

Sometimes people just over think things. If there’s something to do, do it. If something is, it is. No need to think about it so much :)

What do you think?

“Who have eyes but do not see, who have ears but do not hear” (Jeremiah 5,21)

“עיניים להם ולא יראו, אוזניים להם ולא ישמעו” (Hebrew sounds better to me :) )

To me, this verse is about racism and sexism. I don’t think that most people get up in the morning thinking, “I’m going to opress some women/Arabs/blacks” etc. Most of the people I see every day are good people, and kind, and would never dream of hurting anyone. But our plumber doesn’t seem to see how insulting it is to ask for my husband to explain the plumbing problem. If asked, he would be surprised, and say he knows I’m intelligent, why are we hurting his feelings? Or the woman who talks to the Israeli Arab butcher is if he’s a half-wit, she would say, “But I go there every week, he’s the best butcher in the neighborhood!” Also I, who look at a Haredi Jew dressed in black with a white beard to his belt and assume he doesn’t know basic physics (he has a degree in that and computer programming, like me).

Eyes they have but cannot see. Ears they have but cannot hear.

Let’s all try to open our eyes and ears. I wonder what new things we will see and hear?

(Image from http://www.iwantcovers.com/)

On the face of it, this looks like the most boring book on earth. If a friend hadn’t recommended it I wouldn’t have thought of it twice. A retelling of sleeping beauty? Who cares? I don’t even like sleeping beauty!

But oh, this is beautiful.

If I had never heard of sleeping beauty, it would still be an amazing book. Magic, friendship, family, battles, fairies, strong and interesting characters (most of them female!) and a sweet style of writing that just sucks you right in. The real and the magic mesh so seamlessly. Forget fairy tales. Forget retellings. Just read it. 5 stars.


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