The prophet Isaiah is on my mind and in my heart more and more. His voice rings in Yom Kippur's Haftarah with messages I fear we've forgotten. With messages I believe we must begin to remember, even if they hurt our hearts. Especially because they hurt our hearts so deeply.
How fitting that we recount Genesis and the story of creation on Rosh Hashanah. How fitting that we study the original story of all stories. For it is a holiday all about stories and the potential that we have to create and refine them.
We must love our fellow Jews as brothers and sisters in a historic, unique collective family, and we must treat the non-Jew with the same dignity that we would wish and envision for ourselves. This is the real meaning of what it means to be "holy" in the "Holy Land" today.
Throughout my study in The Holy Land, I have come to the simple realization that "holiness" is everywhere; the question is whether one can approach eye level with their neighbors and finally see the truth that lies beneath the surface.
Holiness is meant to pervade all of daily behavior, not to inhabit the high points of experience only. Love means reaching out toward neighbors and the world with the same care, regard and generosity we normally reserve for ourselves and those closest to us.
It is a simple yet profound challenge -- be holy, imitate God in our own lives. It is the fundamental lesson that for Jewish civilization, the ultimate goal of life is not "happiness," it is "holiness."
The most common traditional translations of hod are "majesty" and "splendor." While those definitions are significant, clearly something gets lost in translation. Without context they are just words and will probably not be enough to glean a relatable meaning.
Consider creating an interior file in your soul called Pajama Day, and when things get crazed, out of nowhere, declare any blessed day you feel like stopping and hanging out in your own holy wholeness.
"Hot flashes start with an aura followed by a feeling of discomfort in the abdominal area." I don't know about my "aura" when I hot flash but I do know about the "discomfort" -- I feel like a worn out piece of rigatoni.