Welcoming Shabbat - Anti-Racism Seminar
Shabbat Blessing / This and More, By Anonymous Capitalists
One more week has passed in a unique and different way for each individual. And now, we welcome Shabbat, a special date, each one of us marks differently. Regardless of your way of celebrating it, what's most important is to create a different atmosphere, distinguishable from the weekdays. Let us one and all acknowledge the Shabbat in a way that suits us best.
Shabbat Shalom to a-l-l!!!
Merry Prophetic Cosmic Poem /Yoni Rechter
Like a pillar of cloud, you proceed before the flock
Understand everything, know, do not utter a single word
Like a pillar of fire, disappear in the room
Something within you tells you to continue ahead on your way.
Like the Milky Way crossing the sky
You go straight ahead, disregarding the stars
That shine brightly, blinding your eyes.
Something within you tells you to continue ahead.
Hey, go straight, go alone, do not fear.
Do not rave, go upright, go alone
Like the wild goose that passes over evening skies,
Flies at the head of a arrow, not fearing the distance
And its instinct shows and paves its way
Something within you tells you continue ahead on your way.
Like Brigitte Bardot that already understood the issue
Leaving behind the good and the bad
And watching them from the porch
Something within you tells you –
Without intending, let yourself walk
All calculations shall naturally conclude
Like a tree that came to life from the effoliation
Something within you tells you
Go straight ahead...
Blessing over the Candles
When the Holy-One-Blessed-be-He watched the humans and saw their acts are corrupt, he hid it from them. And where was the light hidden? In the hearts of people. And when they open their hearts to one another, this light shall emanate from them once again.
The candles we light are the symbol of our wondrous capacity to distinguish between our everyday routines to that which is considered sacred.
If we do not distinguish between light and dark, between impure and holy, how would we distinguish between that which is correct and that which is incorrect?
Blessed are you man with the intelligence that allows you to distinguish between good and evil.
Shalom is a Useful Word
Shalom is a useful word,
Shalom - is uttered a hundred times a day
In the morning, in the evening in cold and in heat
Shalom is a useful word,
Shalom is uttered at home and all over
In the sea in the air and even in a dream
Shalom is a useful word...
From: Racism as I had Explained it to my Daughter
- Tell me father, what is racism?
- Racism is quite a widespread practice. It is displayed when we keep a distance of people, who differ from us in their outer appearance and in their cultural manners and – they are also mocked.
The Journey to Israel
The moon watches from above
The knapsack on my back contains my meager food supply
The desert spreads below me, and its endless distance lies ahead
And my mother promises my little siblings.
A bit more, just a little, we shall soon be redeemed.
We will not stop heading to the Land of Israel.
Blessing Over Wine
Wine. It has been widely discussed. It has been sung about. It has been praised. If we sip too much of it, our senses become numb. It may perhaps blur our boundaries between good and bad, between proper and exaggerated.
And it may also blur differences between different people. Between the differences and the prejudice.
Let us bless over the wine, on its beauty and its holy shroud. And let us hope we are capable of utilizing only its good values.
Grey Blow/Monica Sex
She said, Look
Life is pretty easy
We will rent a room in south Tel Aviv
And live like big people
And we'll live from minute to minute
We'll find temporary work - nothing serious
And we'll sign up for unemployment too
Maybe you'll find some subject to write about
Not something deep, something sweet
A love story
with lots of metaphors
with lots of images
The hero will be drunk
Like you are in real life.
There is a beautiful pain that passes quickly
When I want to not remember
how I stood there
how I told her
That's how you are beautiful
That's all you need
That's what I want
And that's how it will be.
It happened in the fall of last year
It comes down like a gray plague over the city
I remember she said
I remember everything crumbling
Maybe you remember
what do you said
what are you saying now?
Maybe I'll find some subject for writing, too
Something unimportant, something sad
A love story
without metaphors or images
The hero will be drunk
Like I am in real life
There is a beautiful pain ...
Road to Israel
and at night bandits attacked
with a knife and a sharp sword
In the desert – my mother's blood,
the moon is my witness
And I promise
my little siblings.
A bit more, just a little,
the dream shall come true
We shall soon arrive
to the land of Israel
In the moon, my mother's image
stares at me. Mother do not disappear
Had she been at my side, she would have
convinced me that I am a Jew.
A bit more, just a little, the dream shall come true,
Soon we'll arrive to the Land of Israel
A bit more, just a little, lift up your feet
Just the last effort for – Jerusalem to greet.
Blessing Over the Challah
We sang songs, we lit candles and drank wine, yet the Shabbat welcoming ceremony had not come to an end. Although we had already performed some of the customs of Shabbat Welcoming, the last custom of eating Challah is the most important one. Let us hope that just as Challah is warm, pleasant and symbolizes home, likewise may our lives be filled with these, and just as the Challahs are sweet, may our lives be sweet and full of sesame.
I do have nausea – without, without Challah!
The Song of the Valley
The weary came to rest
and finish their labors.
Pale night spreads over
the fields of the Jezreel Valley.
Dew underneath and moonlight above,
From Beit Alpha to Nahalal....
Oh, what a night of nights
Silence across Jezreel
Sleep my beloved valley, land of glorious beauty
We shall be your guardians.
The sea of grain is swaying,
the song of the flocks rings out,
This is my land and her fields,
This is the Jezreel Valley.
Bless and praise my country
From Beit Alpha to Nahalal.
Oh what ...
Mount Gilboa is darkened
A horse gallops from shadow to shadow.
A voice is carried high.
Over the fields of the Jezreel Valley.
Who has shot? who has fallen?
Between Beit Alpha and Nahalal...