by Maggid David Arfa
I’d like to speak about
Joy. I know that Elul is upon us; a time
for relentless self-reflection, spurred on by the blasts of shofar. And yet, the rabbis in their complexity have
added another dimension to Elul, Love. Remember the acronym for Elul? It’s from the Song of Songs, Ani l’dodi v’dodi
li - I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine.
Reciprocal love is spiraling back and forth right here in Elul along
with our lists of how we missed the mark.
Isn’t this worthy of attention?
What might it mean?
I’m not sure, but it’s
certainly not insignificant. Rabbi Akiva
said that if all of Tanach (the five books plus all the prophets plus all the
writings) is the Holy
Temple, then the Song of
Songs is the Holy of Holies! The Song of
Songs is sensuous and loving, filled with sexual desire and yearning; lovers are
seeking fulfillment on every page. We
all know that steamy passion can easily burn and destroy, and yet, Rabbi Akiva
holds this up as the archetypal place of holiness. Blessed Be.
This is why I’m turning to
joy this Elul. The Song of Songs is
reminding us that loving and desirous energy defines our relationship with the
world, with the Source of Life. Far from
being unrequited, it is given back fully.
And then, when I receive the love I’m desiring, I feel fully me, fully
seen, feeling even fuller than me! I am
my beloved’s and my beloved is mine. This
face of loving joy is also a face of Teshuvah.
I heard that the great
psychoanalyst Milton Ericson tells a story of a mean nasty man who never
smiled. He became thunderstruck and
lovesick with the new school teacher in town.
He asked to see her formally, and she said, only if you clean up your
ways and try to smile once in awhile. The
goofiest grin came over his face, kindness filled his heart and he never looked
back. They lived happily ever after,
smiling and holding hands like young fools until the end of their days. Who says love is not powerful!
But wait, if Rabbi Akiva is
saying that this great love is our birthright, then it also means there is
nothing to earn. I am my beloved’s and
my beloved is mine. Our very natural relationship
with the world itself is to love and be loved in return merely because we are
alive! Why is it so hard to imagine and
carry this intense level of joyful loving?
Teshuvah can help me learn
the ways that I actively block this joyous knowing; the many ways that I pickle
myself in worry and bewitch myself in fear.
The ways we are unaware that our lifted hand blocks the sun and yet we
can only whine and wonder why the light is so dim.
The social scientist Brene
Brown adds another facet. She asked why
is it so hard to maintain our joy? Her
research discovered our fear of the vulnerability that leads to grief. She noticed a widespread and uncanny ability
to use fantasies of disaster to try and inoculate ourselves. You know, the way we can look at something
beautiful and say, ‘uh-oh, what’s coming’.
The sad truth is that these fantasies do not protect us at all, they
just rob us of our joy.
Amazingly, her remedy, her
tikkun is gratitude. Practices of
gratitude in the moment; utterances of thankfulness for what is here right now,
irregardless of what may happen in the future. Hmmmh, the rabbis teach that 100 blessings a
day keeps the Dr. away (or something like that-smiles). A good practice for
Elul, eh? With blessings of gratitude, I
can remember the utter uniqueness that is life; the perpetual joyous singing
that is the symphony of the natural world.
Fortified with joy, I can face the stark truth about the many ways that
I and my community inflict personal and planetary harm. Like Milton Ericson’s mean man, If I’m bathed
in love who knows what I will be capable of!
Let the Joy deeds of
gratitude be fruitful and multiply! As Rumi said, “Let the beauty we love be
what we do. There are hundreds of ways to
kneel and kiss the ground.” In the name
of Joy, let’s bless all that we hold precious… the Rabbi’s blessings, yes, and
even more! A child’s song, a friends
laughter, cooking (and eating) a special meal for/with loved ones, silent welcoming
of dawn and dusk, calling good morning to the birds, saying Shehechianu when the
Junco’s come in the fall and the constellation Orion appears overhead, when the
chicory blooms in July and the tomatoes ripen in August are all for me special
joyful moments worthy of honoring with a blessing of gratitude. What other myriads of blessings would you
like to add?
May your Elul be
meaningful and filled with the joy that only love can bring. Here’s a joyous love poem adapted from psalm
150.
Jump, Sing Out,
Raise Joy, right here in your
chair.
Celebrate life's source
in your home, in green fields,
at rivers edge, from high ledges.
Remember how we are supported,
Remember how we are supported,
as lilies in open water.
Blast your car horn,
Blast your car horn,
turn up the radio,
sing loud with the windows rolled down.
Whisper love at night. Remember
Nothing,
than moan with delight,
whistle with puckered lips,
whistle with puckered lips,
click your tongue.
Tap one, no, stomp
both your feet;
pop fingers, clap hands, slap
knees,
hoot, howl, bang your chest,
clash and rattle your tin pots.
clash and rattle your tin pots.
Raise joy high with this holy
commotion.
With every single breath. Hallelujah. --Adapted from psalm 150 by Maggid David Arfa
With every single breath. Hallelujah. --Adapted from psalm 150 by Maggid David Arfa
Maggid David Arfa (Mah-geed; storyteller) is dedicated to
celebrating Judaism’s storytelling heritage and renewing Judaism’s ancient
environmental wisdom. He has over 20 years experience teaching, performing
stories and leading workshops. David's programs share the contemporary
relevance of Jewish mythology and mysticism with the goals of enriching our
spiritual imagination, connecting with the land, and most importantly, finding
our own paths within Judaism’s vast and wondrous landscape. To find out more
about his two storytelling CD's, The Birth of Love: Tales for the Days of Awe, and
The Life and Times of Herschel of Ostropol: The Greatest Prankster Who Ever
Lived, his award winning, full length story performance The Jar of Tears, about
the Rebbe of the Warsaw Ghetto, his storytelling leadership project and other
programs, please visit: www.maggiddavid.net.
Thank you for this reminder. Great poem!
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