Monday, November 25, 2013

Notes from the First Annual Jewish Intentional Communities Conference


Pearlstone Center
Reisterstown, MD 
November 14-17, 2013

Some already have land and are looking for like-minded folks to help build a community on it.  Some coordinate short-term intentional living programs for Jewish youth.  Some dream of settling down in a multi-family home, or a Jewish cohousing moshav in the U.S.  Some lived on communal farms in the ‘60s and ‘70s, and are here to pass on their wisdom and plan for their retirement.  Some Israelis, whose travel was sponsored by the Jewish Agency for Israel, are here to explain the inner workings of their urban kibbutz or desert moshav, so we Americans can get inspired and follow their lead.

Everyone I met at the First Annual Jewish Intentional Communities Conference at the Pearlstone Center in Reisterstown, MD was looking to connect.  They were not here just to connect for a weekend, but to critique American society’s tendency toward individuality and isolation, and to build a culture that better fosters lasting relationships and sharing of resources, allows children to grow up close with their neighbors, and promotes ecological and social sustainability. Further, they are looking to do this in a Jewish way, which means something different for each person.  

The most inspiring session I attended was the panel of four individuals’ life journeys through intentional communities.  Shoshana Shamberg told her coming of age story of becoming religiously observance, living at Emunah Farm in the early ‘70s, going down to The Farm in Tennessee, which helped to legitimize homebirth and midwifery in the U.S., to give birth as a young, single mom.  Joel Kachinsky spoke about having nothing to lose and his belief in the imminent collapse of the economic order as crucial drivers for founding The Farm in Summerton, TN in 1972.  Rachael Cohen, year-round resident and staff at Isabella Freedman Retreat Center in Connecticut, described feeling isolated growing up in suburbia, her ongoing search for like-minded folks to establish a rural Jewish community for young families, and her Facebook discussion forum, New Jewish Communities.  James Grant-Rosenhead traveled from his urban Kibbutz Mishol to share his story of growing up in the Habonim Dror socialist Zionist youth movement in England, making aliyah, and establishing what is now the largest urban kibbutz in Israel.

The most energizing sessions conveyed individuals’ personal stories of creating successful communities or explained the nuts and bolts of governance structures that work for communal living.  Examples of perhaps lesser-known successful models were cohousing, a collaborative, urban/suburban collection of private residences with extensive common facilities, and commitment to active participation, with 136 communities already established in the U.S.; the School of Living’s community land trust model, where a non-profit organization holds a piece of land as a trust and leases use of the land to different intentional communities; the Israeli urban kibbutz, where residents live in the same building, capital is held in common, and the kibbutz is mission-driven, with its location and non-profit organization oriented around running social justice initiatives in the community.

I don’t doubt that a few beautiful communities will ultimately come together as a result of this initiative, co-sponsored by the Pearlstone Center, Hazon, and the Isabella Freedman Retreat Center. But what will sustain these communities in the long-term?  What about Joel Kachinsky’s mantra that we can only build new communities with total commitment driven by personal necessity?  It seems to me that, here in the U.S., there are too many temptations of stability, wealth, and career-climbing, and pieces of alternative lifestyles are too easily available.  A recent conversation at the Mountains beyond Minyans session at the annual Dorot Fellows in Israel Alumni retreat earlier this month helped me recognize the phenomenon.  A participant there criticized the group for being too complacent.  To paraphrase, he said, “There will never be a good time. It will never be easy.  You might have to de-prioritize your career.  For this to happen, you have to make it happen.  No one is going to do it for you.”  That’s spot on.  For my single, career-focused friends, the thought of moving out of the city is impossible.  What will the commute be like?  Where will they find a mate?  That’s just the point.  Creating an intentional community will never happen unless you move it to the top of your list, de-prioritize everything else, and just do it. 

Then there was the elephant in the room.  Israel.  We already have land staked out for Jewish intentional community, with umpteen communities of every stripe, supported by the state, already thriving there.  While I do believe it’s important to build strong Jewish communities all over the world, I can’t myself imagine doing so outside of Israel.  I was raised to assimilate as an American, the thought being that whatever helped my refugee grandparents thrive would ostensibly help me to thrive here as well.  Although I have developed my Jewish identity thoroughly, I’m still uncomfortable wearing it publicly. As an American, I want to feel that I am woven cleanly into the whole fabric of our diverse society.  I cringe when I perceive that others see me as an insular, self-ghettoized Jew.  In Israel, living in a small moshav or collective is not strange. There, I could live within a small, Jewish community and still be fully part of the fabric of the greater society.  This is what I’m saying: 1. Building a network of Jewish intentional communities in North America says something strong about the American Jewish community’s relationship to Israel.  2. Conditions in Israel are much riper for building small, resilient, Jewish intentional communities, and there’s something about attempting the zionist project in America that doesn’t sit right with me.

I heard other critiques as well.  I heard skepticism about participants taking action.  I heard concern that these new endeavors would attract the loneliest and poorest among us.  I heard a lack of knowledge of communities that had continued successfully for more than one or two generations.  In my mind, I kept returning to the story of my friend’s parents.  When they got pregnant in the early ‘80s, they bought a house in North Philadelphia with two other couples and raised their kids together for a bunch of years.  That’s the kind of intentional community that seems easy to execute and will fulfill the need of the moment.  I can easily imagine doing that wherever I happen to live when I get pregnant.  Simple, economical, no cultural shift necessary. 

All told, I haven’t felt this energized since I was part of the climate organizing movement in high school; what divine elixir!  So many of my peers are looking to build meaning by living at a slower pace, knowing their neighbors, and restoring places of urban or ecological decay.  Many of us reject the institution of marriage or of the nuclear family or of suburban living, and we need our communities to function as extended family.  Many of us have taken on greater religious observance in the quest to achieve these deep-rooted needs, and need likeminded friends with whom to eat, pray, and raise children.

Does this add up to a movement?  I don’t know and I don’t think it matters.  It is already happening one small community at a time.  It’s happening faster when there’s funding from the big Jewish institutions.  It’s happening better when the community has a specific mission.  But some trends never change.  If you build it, they will come.

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Do the meditation!

Lately I've been finding myself in the unlikely position of meditation teacher.  Although I'm only just getting back into my meditation practice now that I need it more than ever, I have done a good amount of exploring over the years, and some might benefit from this experience.  These are some meditation resources that I would recommend for friends in the NY area, all at cross-section of Insight Meditation (Vipassana, from a Buddhist tradition) and Judaism.

In high school I discovered Allan Ginsberg's Do the Meditation (1984).  (This video is 2 min. 36 sec. long.)  I recommend watching it -- to remind you that while meditation may seem serious, it's a technique that teaches us to see things for what they are, which may bring insight into the importance of silliness!


Then I started reading.  You may have come upon Rav Aryeh Kaplan's Jewish Meditation: A Practical Guide or techniques associated with the mystics of kabbalah and the Zohar.  Like tradition says, I would agree that these techniques are not for beginners.  In general, a meditation practice should be begun with the instruction and guidance of an experienced teacher.  Like any spiritual practice, you will probably want to understand the lineage of your teacher, and how his/her teaching fits into the spectrum of traditions and how it developed.  You may notice that many highly acclaimed meditation teachers are Jewish.  It's something to think about.  Here's the well-known meditation teacher Sylvia Boorstein on the question, "How can a Jew do mindfulness meditation?"

Then I found Rabbi Alan Lew's z''l books -- One God Clapping, Be Still and Get Going: A Jewish Meditation Practice for Real Life, This is Real and You Are Completely Unprepared.  These are excellent, not necessarily for sit-through reads, but to read excepts for slow absorption.  I had the privilege to attend a course he taught at the San Francisco JCC, and I met a few rough characters there, who had struggled with drug addiction.  Rabbi Lew was teaching something that was helping to transform lives.

There is, of course, Rebbe Nachman's tradition of hitbodedut, going out to quiet nature for self-reflection and talking to Gd.  Rabbi James Jacobson-Maisels is very learned in chasidic texts as well as the Vipassana mindfulness tradition, and he weaves them together beautifully.  You can find his blog here, or his initiatives, the Awakened Heart Project or Or HaLev Center for Jewish Spirituality and Meditation.  I love listening to his podcasts while I'm cooking for Shabbat -- when I can't follow a text-heavy class, but I have a moment when I want some inspiration.

In New York, there is a daily meditation space at the Upper West Side JCC called Makom.  In Brooklyn there is the Jewish Meditation Center of Brooklyn, although I haven't made it to either one yet myself.  These institutions both go to lengths to avoid being associated with a particular color, brand, or movement of Jewish tradition.  There is also something special about this openness, and also about this simplicity.  Different stripes of Jews coming together to sit in silence.  It does seem innovative for such a noisy tribe!


I've told some of you about my first silent 10-day retreat, which I did through the Spirit Rock Insight Meditation Center.  You may want to check out their website, where they have Meditation 101 Instructions.

A related meditation practice is called metta, or lovingkindness meditation.  This is not simply focusing on the abstract concept of lovingkindness but is usually a 45-minute guided instruction working towards forgiveness and directing loving energy to people you've known as well as strangers.  This can help some people make powerful progress towards forgiveness.  You can find metta podcasts on the Spirit Rock website, or you may try this site. (Gil Fronsdal is an excellent teacher; I'm not familiar with the others.)

These are some of the best resources I've found, but there's no substitute for sitting in a room with others seeking quiet and a teacher to guide the way.




Saturday, January 5, 2013

Living large by traveling light

To my dear friend about to embark on a Costa Rica adventure.  Pura vida, mi amor!

Clothing: you know what to bring! but make sure as much as possible is synthetic, especially socks, for quick-drying, and of course, a wide-brimmed hat and sunglasses!

Miscellaneous
Siddur (or whatever that one book will be)
Grip gloves & socks for yoga
Disposable camera
Music listening device
Knife tool (preferably with wine screw, screwdriver, and tweezers)
Hand sanitizer
Sunblock
First aid kit: Iodine tablets, disinfectant towelettes, pain killer, gauze, Ace bandage, band-aids, medical tape, antibiotic ointment, matches, condoms, melatonin or valerian for bus rides
Emergency antibiotics (I highly doubt you'll need these, but if you can get an MD to write you a prescription, it can be helpful in case you get bad food poisoning and you're alone)
Journal
Pens
Phone card

Personal Finance 
Passport
Photocopies of passport, credit cards, etc.
Credit/debit card
List of important IDs and numbers
Cash
Traveler's Checks
Traveler's Insurance

Things I have learned to do along the way:

1. Wrap my valuables in dirty underwear.

2. When traveling as a passenger in a vehicle and I feel unsafe, visualize the vehicle glowing with white, protective light.

3. Always appear to know where I'm going even when I don't i.e. walk confidently.

4. Trust my instincts, about people, places, and things.

           With all your life experience and preparation, you will thrive in the sunshine! 
                                 Enjoy gorgeous places, organisms, and flavors!

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

funky frum in NYC

It can be challenging to make a smooth transition from Jerusalem to New York. One finds herself in a totally different sociological landscape and with a plethora of well-advertised options, often, in my opinion, with too-narrow demographics. My advice: RSVP 'yes' to the invitations of friends, and explore the rest on an as-desired basis. You will be drawn to the communities of the individuals with whom you connect.

This post is for friends seeking to engage with the sub-sub-sub-culture I so love: politically-progressive, tikkun-olam-motivated, music-making, feminist, seeking respect and compassion for all people, wrangling with Yiddishkeit, observant Jews. They are, by definition, not a sect, but the individuals who inspire me, and sometimes move quietly through several circles, or sometimes affiliate strongly with one or two.

Please comment with your suggestions!

Without further ado, the communities I have interacted with this year and found fulfilling:

Synagogues
Upper West Side
B'nei Jeshrun, http://www.bj.org/
Carlebach, http://www.carlebachshul.org/
Charles Street Synagogue, 53 Charles St., West Village NY 10014 Tel 212-242-6425
(Call about Thurs. evening free concerts)
Darchei Noam, http://www.shearithisrael.org/
Hadar, http://www.kehilathadar.org/
Ramat Orah, http://www.ramathorah.org/
Romemu, http://romemu.org/
Sixth Street Synagogue, http://www.eastvillageshul.com/
Spanish-Portuguese, http://www.shearithisrael.org/

Brooklyn
Altshul Minyan, http://altshul.org/

Israel
JStreet, http://www.jstreet.org/
Encounter, http://encounterprograms.org/about_who.html

Jews and the Earth
Canfei Nesharim, http://www.canfeinesharim.org/
Coalition on the Environment and Jewish Life, http://www.coejl.org/index.php
Hazon, http://www.hazon.org/
Isabella Freedman Jewish Retreat Center, http://www.isabellafreedman.org/
Mitzvah Meat, http://mitzvahmeat.com/Home.html

Learning
American Jewish World Service, http://www.ajws.org/
Bet Midrash, Columbia University, http://www.hillel.columbia.edu
(Kraft Center, 4th floor)
Drisha, http://www.drisha.org/
Jewish Book Center of the Workmen's Circle, http://www.jewishbookcenter.com/
Jewish Theological Seminary, http://www.jtsa.edu/
Yeshivat Chovevei Torah, http://www.yctorah.org/
Yeshivat Hadar, http://www.mechonhadar.org/yeshivat-hadar1

Meditation, Kabbalah, and Healing
New York Jewish Healing Center, http://www.jcprograms.org/nyjhc/
Manhattan JCC, http://www.jccmanhattan.org/
(search for their meditation center and programs)
Brooklyn Center for Jewish Meditation, http://www.jmcbrooklyn.org/
Iyyun, http://iyyun.com/

For Women
Chabad women's events, http://chnightlife.wordpress.com/
Arts and Torah Association for Religious Artists, http://www.artsandtorah.org/content/performance-opportunities

Art
You're sure to meet a diverse and engaging crowd at any Hipsters and Hasids art opening: http://hipstersandhassids.wordpress.com/

Thursday, March 19, 2009

the superpower of turning a megatropolis into a village: ruminations before cairo

Earlier this month, I went home to celebrate my grandmother's 80th birthday. On a frigid weekday in Manhattan during the trip, I walked through Times Square. "Don't take me here again!" I screamed at my boyfriend, as if I didn't know that we would be walking through Midtown. But I couldn't have predicted such a strong visceral reaction.

Jerusalem is a village of a city. You see the same people on the street all the time. There are no outdoor televisions. Times Square put me into a mild state of shock and anger. Because there is something that I want to preserve.

Last night, I went to the Jerusalem Cinemateque to see Rachel Getting Married, a tragicomedy about a dysfunctional family at a moment when joy and pain both rear their heads at once. It was set at a lavish home in Connecticut. One sister was getting a PhD in psychology and marrying a musician; one sister had come home from rehab the day before her sister's wedding. It seemed to fit into a genre of films about dysfunctional people and relationships--Igby Goes Down, The Royal Tannenbaums, Magnolia--there was a time in high school when I felt subjected to these films, all of which I had seen thinking that there would be more narrative, more character development, more inspiration, less tragedy.

The movie jarred me like Times Square. Why was everyone in the movie screaming at each other? Why were the characters fighting about who got to be the maid of honor? There is something, in stark distinction to this kind of life, that I want to preserve.

Today I saw this New York Times review about a trio of muezzins, describing their lives calling worshippers to prayer from their respective minarets in Cairo (http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/19/theater/19abroad.html?8dpc). In three days, I will be going to Cairo, my first time to an Arab country. But I have heard the muezzin all year. The midday call to prayer rings out from across the street in Bet Zafafa during my gemara class at Nishmat.

It's a crazy thing to say, but despite all but a complete lack of connection with Muslim culture, my gut reacts to the idea of muezzins talking about their lives and work with familiarity and endearment. There is something that I want to preserve.

Last week, we had a group seminar called Palestinian Movers and Shakers. We went to Haifa. We heard from Palestinian community organizers, a rap artist, the director of the Palestinian National Theater in Haifa. We asked them about their lives, and they told us about their pain, about the slow progress happening their communities, and about a political vision that precludes the viability of our own. It is so raw, so real.

That is why I feel so alive when I am in Israel. It's so raw, and so real, for everyone who lives here. There is a lot of screaming. It's not behind a screen, and it's never too elegant.

For as long as I've written poetry, I've worried about trying to make my life imitate art. Now, finally, that paradigm seems wholly artificial. For living life well is the highest art. In some circumstances, living life merely with dignity is an art.

I will be moving to Manhattan this May, somewhere I always imagined NEVER living. It always seemed overstimulating to the point of overload. How can a reflective person handle so much information, so many colors, so many moods? Somewhat ironically, it is my love of wilderness and drive to work for healing the ecology of the land that will bring me there for graduate school. But its compactness is a blessing for its carbon footprint. The ratio of bodies to its relative peace impresses me. It is an impressive place. And to confess, I have not only called it the "epicenter of capitalism" since high school, but it has also been my baseline city, wherever I have traveled. I am a Jersey girl, if only by birth.

If I can preserve, for myself, a sense of raw and real...if I can preserve for myself a life of mindful striving simply for the life well-lived, I will prove to myself that I can carry the village mentality inside myself. I will have a new answer to the 'which superpower' question: the ability to turn a megatropolis into a village, knowing her neighbors in their raw and real.

So this is my hypothesis for Cairo. It will endear itself to me, because, like Jerusalem, it is a metropolis that will feel like a village. I will be convinced that Israel is indeed a Middle Eastern country, with more in common culturally, at least on the street, with Egypt than with the US. I will love being there, for the distinctness and vitality of it, and for the novelty of being a foreigner there, but I will be ready to leave at the end of my five days, because there is only so long that I can enjoy myself, while feeling like I am a foreigner keeping her identity a secret.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Election Day 2009: poll observer, though not a citizen

I don't have an Israeli ID card. But I can affect an Israeli accent and a nice smile, and I think that's how I come into many opportunities. That's basically how I got to observe the polling station at the grade school on Kovshei Katamon in Jerusalem during the national elections this week.

I volunteered for the new Green/Modern Religious party on election day. The party, called Hayerukah Meimad, was recently formed on a platform of social ecology, wih a focus on education, social programs, and renewable energy. It's nearly as left of center as Meretz, and I became interested in it for a few reasons--I knew several of the candidates running on their ticket (who are leading environmentalists in Israel), the party includes secular and religious Israelis working together, they prioritize social and environmental issues, and, at least in Jerusalem, they seemed to have a blast of youthful energy going into this election.

I arrived at the school at 8am, wearing my party t-shirt, and ready to pass out fliers. I stood 10 meters from the entrance to the school entrance, as prescribed by the law, in front of an Al-Jazeera news truck, whose team I got to watch and interact with all morning.

Their team included a British reporter, and a bilingual team, including one whose first language was clearly Arabic. They didn't do much, except describe how election campaigning had been "lackluster" and interview two good-looking voters. They wanted to interview me in English, but I was honest and told them I didn't have a vote. Gil Hoffman, the editor of the Jerusalem Post, ran onto the scene for a quick interview.

In contrast, a Brazilian news team went inside the fence surrounding the school, and interviewed many voters. They were less concerned with their appearances, but then, I guess Al-Jazeera has a lot more viewers.

On the day of elections, each party has the right to enter the polling place and observe to make sure nothing fishy is going on. I had an official permission slip from my party, so they let me through security. The poll workers seemed mostly to be high school students. They wore Adidas sweats, red boots, chatted on their cell phones, and smiled at everyone. I told them I didn't have an Israeli ID number in my best Hebrew, and they asked me to stand aside while they checked.

They said I was fine. I signed my entrance and exit times. In the meantime, I pulled up a chair and watched. Elderly husbands and wives stroll into the grade schoool gym, arm in arm. A mother photographs her three boys, all in blue sweatsuits, in front of the blue voting stall. The stall is embossed with the national seal: a silver menorah on a cobalt background, adn beneath it, also in silver, the word, "Israel." People are told to put their ballots in envelopes, but not to seal them, and then to slip them into what looks like the official blue "Israel" shoebox.

I spoke with a lot of people on the sidewalk that day. A lot of people yelled at me for not merging HaYerukah Meimad with Aleh Yarok, the legalize marijiuana party, and Yerukah, the standard Green Party. People yelled at me because Hayerukah Meimad was a party with religious candidates that supported the separation of religion and state, as opposed to legally mandating shabbat closures of businesses. Others smiled and told me they were voting for our party. I got to see a lot of people who live in my neighborhood, and go everywhere by car, so I never see them on the street. Volunteers from party headquarters delivered hot cider in compostable cups, since the weather was cold and rainy.

A few days later, it seems that the results of the good omen of rain on Election Day are not yet apparent. Where there was excitement before the election, especially in light of Obama being elected in the US, now there is a deflated feeling of everything going right back to stagnant normal. But I am clinging to my optimism, and hoping that rainy Election Day was truly a good omen, even if we can't tell quite yet.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Don't Be Afraid! A Tribute to Rabbi Alan Lew

"I have not found serenity. Serenity is nothing other than prophecy."
- Baruch ben Neriah, Shir haShirim Rabbah on 6:10

Today Rabbi Alan Lew, the rabbi emeritus of Congregation Beth Shalom, and a beautiful teacher of Jewish meditation in San Francisco, died unexpectedly. He was one of the people responsible for the fact that I am writing this entry from my room in Jerusalem, after having spent the day in a traditional beit midrash, a house of study. I am shocked to hear of this loss, and I am moved to tell the story of how his teachings helped orient me, in subtle ways, toward Judaism, toward meditation, and toward California.

Once when I was home on a break from my freshman year of college, I went over to a friend's house, and after talking for a while with my friend's mom, I walked away with a signed copy of One God Clapping, Rabbi Lew's autobiography about his years practicing Zen meditation in northern California, and his decision to leave the monastery for rabbinical school. I was to major in religion, looking thematically at world religions to explore how they provide ethical norms, inspire people to the highest forms of art and wackiest forms of transgression, and at its core, why religion always has and always will exist in every human culture. I took something essential from this book-- certainty and loyalty. Whatever I learned in my religion classes and my travels, however attractive the ideas and adherents of Buddhism and Rastafarianism and the mystical traditions, after college, I knew that, like Rabbi Lew, I would return home, to my Jewish path, having experienced and better understood all sorts of rituals, beliefs, and spiritualities, knowing that Judaism could fulfill all my spiritual expectations and desires, if I could look deeply enough and in the right places.

Fast forward a few years. College. A year in Israel. Five years after I tore the cover of that signed copy of One God Clapping on a bike ride across town, I found out that Rabbi Lew was teaching an evening class in Jewish meditation at the San Francisco JCC. I had just moved to the Bay Area a couple weeks earlier, supported by an entry-level job at a law firm in San Francisco, and this was exactly the kind of experience I needed to integrate my previous year in Israel with my first-ever daily grind.

He explained the technique of meditation. We learned a teaching from Rebbe Nachman. One of the leather biker guys or a financial-type yuppie or someone who had already told me about his experience in rehab would ask a question. I'd notice the colors of everyone's socks. Then we'd sit in silence on our cushions for 45 minutes, meditating. That was the class. My first foray into Jewish California. It tasted simple. And sweet.

Rabbi Lew gave thoughtful, loving answers to questions. He had followers, who went wherever he taught. Perhaps this was the first time I ever saw people who were so normal and easy to talk to venerate a rabbi. I didn't feel I knew him well enough to venerate him. But his class helped me transition from my life in Israel, where I had spent most Shabbat afternoons meditating in a celery field in a small town in the Negev, to negotiating how I would observe Shabbat, practice meditation, and find a Jewish community in California, where I had moved on something of a whim. I also know that when I passed on some of his words of Torah at my first Shabbat dinner in San Francisco, my life changed forever. But that's a story for another day.

I went home to NJ that December, and met with the rabbi of my parents' synagogue. I like to check in with him, and I was impressed with his attempts to offer meditation evenings at the synagogue, and his own serious meditation practice. He asked me if I would review Rabbi Lew's other book for him--Be Still and Get Going: A Jewish Meditation Practice for Real Life. I made my way slowly through this book. I savored it on weekend retreats that I helped lead for high school students, when I could steal some time alone in my cabin. It was on one of these retreats that I got to Chapter 4: Don't Be Afraid! A few pages into this chapter, I felt a sudden conviction: this was my truth! I would not live my life afraid of what could happen, or afraid I would make a wrong decision. I wanted to live with this conviction: to remain fiercely or change fiercely, but to commit to each moment. As a result, I let myself fall in love.

Rabbi Lew conveyed the deepest, most universal truths. He handled them delicately, but never seemed distant or untouchable. His openness and honesty, and the simplicity and profoundness of the teachings he passed on inspired me to believe that my journey could be something like his. I might discover beauty in foreign places, find my way back to Judaism, do some serious Jewish learning, and one day become a teacher who could convey profound teachings and articulate a path toward serenity with utmost humility and lovingkindness. Any teacher who can inspire such a desire is someone we will continue to learn from despite losing him from this world. May his memory be for a blessing. May his family be comforted among all the mourners of Zion and Jerusalem.