tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295452012024-03-13T15:02:15.771-04:00Dreaming On A MoonbeamDream is my favorite word. I love the moon. Every day is a new beginning. I love to cook. I love daisies. I am looking for my dream partner.Dreaming on a Moonbeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13815188874707123903noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29545201.post-43430559046343584992008-06-26T21:16:00.000-04:002008-06-26T21:19:43.072-04:00On the train to Dresden<span style="font-style: italic;">Originally written on a train from Berlin to Dresden while in Germany a few weeks ago - I have not edited for grammar because I wanted the words (however incorrect) to remain intact.<br /><br /><br /></span> <p class="MsoNormal">The landscape is so beautiful, but I can’t help but think about being a Jew on a train paid for by the German government.<span style=""> </span>But, more so, its about the land we are passing.<span style=""> </span>Few if any of our family could have seen what was outside the cattle cars – the psychology of terror totally disorienting them as to where they were headed.<span style=""> </span>As I look through the trees I see that those are the places where our family hid.<span style=""> </span>While they would not necessarily have been hiding so close to the train tracks, my visual of what I imagined as I read <u>Alicia: My Story</u> (a book about a survivor that I read at far too young an age; and the visual that I had when I wrote <u>Open</u> an one-act play about two girls hiding in the woods that I wrote in college) is now so much more real.<span style=""> </span>The image that I had in mid and the real beauty of the land and what I see match – as if my previous image was a black and white sketch and the reality is in full, vivid, 3-D, Technicolor behind the movie screen that is the train window.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">More powerful for me being the vast fields lush and green with the beautiful growth waving in the wind.<span style=""> </span>(If only words were sufficient to describe this.)<span style=""> </span>When Zaidi was in the prison camp/hospital he became a part of the German and French underground.<span style=""> </span>Frequently he visited the home of a wide of a German officer, known simply as “The Lady.”<span style=""> </span>To get there he had to cross and open field that lay between the prison hospital and her home.<span style=""> </span>These fields today that we rode past on the train must be similar to these fields.<span style=""> </span>Finding a connection to these images that have filled my mind for so many years now have a physical image. </p>Dreaming on a Moonbeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13815188874707123903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29545201.post-86938394002205287152007-05-15T18:08:00.000-04:002007-05-15T18:36:30.020-04:007 Things You May Not Know About MeI got tagged by a meme by my darling older brother... I'm not quite sure what that means, but I guess it means that I have to make this post. <br /><br />1. I am my own cousin. OK, if you know me, you probably already knew that. Its something that I find amusing about myself and like to post.<br /><br />2. My favorite animals (aside from my cat, Laila, of course) are koalas. I "took on" being a koala for the zoo exercise in Alan Freeman's Acting 1 class at Oxy. Good times. Did you know koalas sleep 22 hours a day?<br /><br />3. I am currently writing a cookbook.<br /><br />4. My older brother first got drunk on my 2nd birthday. (See his blog to verify: <a href="http://oxypoet.blogspot.com">BillyBlog)</a><br /><br />5. I was in a sorority for 2 weeks in College. <br /><br />6. The scent of doughnuts and bacon (individualy) make me nauseous.<br /><br />7. I find scent to be incredibly important to my sense of everything.<br /><br />There you go... nothing too exciting...Dreaming on a Moonbeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13815188874707123903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29545201.post-88406370927536995242007-04-05T16:29:00.000-04:002007-04-05T16:45:39.375-04:00Passover Thoughts - part oneWhat I did not share at the Seder on Monday in PV... didn't really seem so important...<br /><br />In the Hagadah we read that G-d took the Israelites out of Egypt with a strong hand and an outstretched arm. Why both? In a d'var torah at the Neshama Minyan, Rabbi Daniel Greyber (of <a href="http://ramah.org">Camp Ramah in California</a>) shared that the rabbis teach us that G-d's strong hand took us from slavery and that the outstretched arm kept us from going back. Nurturing and comforting us as we made our wayt through the desert, to Mount Sinai, and finally to eretz yirsael.<br /><br />But, why did G-d need to keep us from going back? My teacher from <a href="http://wujs-arad.org">WUJS</a>, Rabbi Aubrey Isaacs, says that one can not complain about slavery unles they are free. Our ancestors had known nothing but slavery for generations and had grown comfortable with their place in life. The work they did was hard, but they knew no other. And, at the end of the day, they had food, water and shelter. When they left slavery they found themselves in a vast, desolate space. Homeless and undertain, many longed to return to Egypt where their lives held a comfortable understanding of what is to come. In the desert they were dependent on the leadership of Moses, who often disapeared for days at a time, to relay the word of G-d. G-d consistently provided water (through Miriam's well) and a daily provision of manna, but their lives held a continuous level of wandering and uncertainty. Many must have longed to return to the "comfort" of slavery in Egypt. <br /><br />In an article in last weeks LA <a href="http://www.jewishjournal.com/home/preview.php?id=17441">Jewish Journal</a>, Reb Mimi Feigelson (my teacher at <a href="http://ramah.org/pr_lishma.shtml">Lishma</a>) wrote that hametz (food with leavening) and matzah can be likened to slavery and freedom. The process for making matzah may take no longer that 18 minutes from the second that the flour and water meet to the finished product. One second is the difference between matzah and<br />hametz. <br /><br />The founder of the Chasidic movement, the Ba'al Shem Tov, taught that within each of us is our own internal hametz that presents itself as anger, pride, and arrogance, among other traits that we might not find desirable. The Hebrew word for Egypt - Mitzrayim - literally means "narrow place". We each have our own mitzrayim as well - the places where, within ourselves, we feel restricted.<br /><br />The recollection of the exodus from Egypt is a time to also reflect on the plight of those who are enslaved around the world, as well as the enslavement that we feel from within ourselves and to our responsibilities. Too often we find ourselves caught up in the commonplace and routine of our own lives. We may - with our best intentions - strive to free ourselves of the chains that hold us to that which we feel confuned by. At times we are able to begin to take the help of a strong hand to break out of the slavery that we each feel - but it is so much easier to retreat back into the familiarity of that restriction than to truly free ourselves fro it. We need to remember that there is also an outstretched arm pulling us along as we journey through the desert in search of our own promised land.<br /><br />Hag Sameach!Dreaming on a Moonbeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13815188874707123903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29545201.post-13949514124569330172007-02-28T23:21:00.000-05:002007-02-28T23:35:55.391-05:00thinking not studying...So, theres a lot of thinking thats been happening today - but most of it stems from this:<br /><br />Uma was a theatre person at Oxy. I was never close to her, but was always amazed by her immense talent and her vibrant personality. I'm going to copy from another Oxy theatre person, Erik's (I believe that is who wrote this) to really get the message right here:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Uma is a smart, mischievous, funny, irreverent, snarky, deeply passionate 27-year-old woman. On Tuesday, January 30, Uma flew out to New York City to visit her fiancé John, a musician who was in New York for a gig and who had proposed to Uma on Christmas eve. Uma's usually the type of person to take her time before making any big decisions—if you watch "Grey's Anatomy," Uma is very Cristina Yang—but this was a moment that I think Uma was secretly hoping for, waiting for, ready for; she said "yes" to John immediately and then started calling her closest friends. I've never heard her sound so happy. John has been by her side at the hospital since this happened and he will be with her every step of the way as they continue on this journey.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Early in the morning of Wednesday, January 31st, Uma had a series of seizures. Fortunately, she was with John and he was able to get her to St. Vincent's Hospital, where they discovered she had a brain aneurysm, which had burst. By that afternoon, they had coiled the aneurysm, but Uma was in a Stage 5 coma and the doctors told John that Uma was probably going to die or remain in a vegetative state the rest of her life. That was a scary freaking day. BUT:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">That was 27 days ago. And Uma has repeatedly confounded her doctors (in a good way) since that scary freaking day.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Uma has had many ups and downs this past month—including a stroke—but despite what the doctors told us on that first day, her health and neurological condition continues to improve. On Day 13, she opened her eyes for the first time; on Day 15, she started focusing her eyes on us and really waking up. Since then, she's been trying to talk (the tracheostomy in her throat prevents her from making any sound, but she is TRYING), she's been trying to move the right side of her body (this is the side of her body that was affected by the aneurysm and has shown only limited movement, but there is SOME movement), she's been smiling, she's been frowning, she's been rolling her eyes at us when she gets annoyed, and she's been laughing at (some of) our jokes. She's also been getting frustrated at her inability to communicate as she becomes more aware of where she is and the journey ahead of her.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">She is showing us many signs of Uma-ness. Every day is like a little miracle. The doctors are weaning her off of her ventilator, as well as weaning her off of all of the other tubes and machines that she's currently connected to. This is all very exciting.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>To get an idea of how much love is out there, look at www.theumafund.blogspot.com In less that 3 days, over $13000 has been raised to help cover the costs of Uma's medical expenses and, more specifically, to be able to fund the medical helicopter ride that she'll need to get to rehab in LA as soon as she is stong enough. Theres more info on the Uma Fund blog, and I now have links up for Erik and Erica's blogs, which are updated regularly with more info. <br /><br />But, more than that, I was driving home today and thinking about how amazing it is that not only has Uma's fiance and father been at the hospital with her, but there is a constant flow of friends in and out of New York, from Boston, and from LA that have been there. It got me to thinking about how amazing that love of friendship is, and how I hope that if, G-d forbid, something terrible happens to me one day that the same will be true.<br /><br />Also, in my life, there are others in need of our prayers and thoughts and good vibes. There is a 2nd year UJ Rabbinical student who was recently diagonsed with lukemia and needs a bone marrow transplant. Although I have never met Joel, his wife, or his young children, I am inspired by the community around him and all of the support that has been outpouring. <br /><br />Unfortunately, the third person who has been in my thoughts prayers, my friend Brian's brother, lost his battle yesterday. He lived a full life, and fought with everything. Now my thoughts and prayers continue to be with the rest of the family as they struggle through this difficult period. <br /><br /><br />And so, to borrow from some of the great thoughts I've read from those who are closest to Uma and are putting out "requests" to the world: take the time to contact the people you love. Those who you talk to regularly and those who you haven't spoken to in a long time. <br /><br /><br />Take care of each other. Make sure those that you love know that you love them. Keep sending good and vibrant and happy thoughts out into the world.<br /><br />lots of love.<br />~a<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div></div>Dreaming on a Moonbeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13815188874707123903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29545201.post-77512797613646870112007-02-27T01:24:00.000-05:002007-02-27T01:34:55.444-05:00fodderDISCLAIMER: This may be only interesting to me, but I've been wanting to write it down since it happened this afternoon...<br /><br />Lets see if I remember any of my script writing skills...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Administration office of HUC. Alicia sits at the crappy computer moniter, although, we're told its the better of the computers open... Steven (the Dean) comes out of the Development Office and then goes to his office. Seconds later he comes out.<br /><br /></span>SW: <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Don't you need to go somewhere?<br /><br />AC: (looking bewildered at him) uuuhhhh<br /><br />SW: Don't you need to go to Starbucks?<br /><br />AC: uuuuuhhhhhh....<br /><br />SW: Yeah. You need to go to Starbucks.<br /><br />AC: Steven, do you want me to go to Starbucks?<br /><br />SW: (loudly) NO. Of course not! <br /><br />AC: Oh, sorry. Yeah, I'll go to Starbucks.<br /><br />SW: (takes out his wallet) What are you drinking?<br /><br />AC: Not sure...<br /><br />SW: (handing Alicia a $5) Well, I want a tall coffee, with milk. Whole milk. Thats $1.55. Use the rest to get whatever you want.<br /><br />AC: OK.<br /><br /><br />Meanwhile, Freddie is looking going a little crazy at his desk. Shaking his head. Steven goes back to his office. As he gets to the door:<br /><br />SW: Don't tell Marla. <br /><br />Steven goes into his office. Freddie goes over to Marla's office and gets her. She comes to just outside her office door.<br /><br />MA: Whats going on out here?<br /><br />FT: mumbles something to Marla as Alicia approaches then returns to his desk<br /><br />MA: You're not going to get him coffee are you? You can't get him caffiene. <br /><br />AC: I know.<br /><br />MA: Get decaf and tell him its regular.<br /><br />AC: Thats my plan.<br /><br />MA: Have you seen him on caffiene? It makes the ADD turn into ADHD. we can't handle that. He goes crazy. And he (pointing to Freddie) will have to take the wrath of it. <br /><br />AC: I know. <br /><br />MA: Especially at this hour. (Looks at watch) </span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Michelle will kill us. If he has caffiene at this hour he won't sleep. <br /><br />AC: He doesnt sleep anyway.<br /><br />MA: No, but imagine him on only 2 hours. <br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span>Dreaming on a Moonbeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13815188874707123903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29545201.post-19693165848994695242006-12-11T16:00:00.000-05:002006-12-11T16:10:14.363-05:00I'm in IsraelA quick - or maybe not - post from Tel Aviv...<br /><br />I've arrived safely, and must say that the non-stop flight from LA to Tel Aviv is great. The flight itself is longer (obviously) however, it is much more exciting than having to stop in Toronto and hanging out in that holding cell for a few hours. There were also lots of well behaved, cute little ones on the flight. Turns out that the one sitting across from me is the niece of a classmate at USC. Small world, no? I successfully managed to get the train from the airport to Tel Aviv and a cab to Elisabeth's apartment... Not that I'm surprised by my ability to navigate transportation in Israel (although it was my first time on the train), but happy that I was able to do so in the fog of having just come off the flight. <br /><br />I spent most of the afternoon hanging out in Elisabeth's apartment while shes been at work - I watched a lot of TV and read magazines. I made a trip down the street to the grocery store, which was great - I miss Israeli grocery stores. And this one was much calmer than Elat Market at home... Althougth I did not buy much, it was exciting to see the familiar products, and it was hard to resist buying my favorite goat cheese, but I really have no use for it...<br /><br />As I walked to Elisabeth's office (where I am abusing the computer now) I was taken aback by Tel Aviv. I have never spent much time here, so its exciting to see everything. All of the store look so nice and fancy adn boutique-y. Not really my scene, but thrilling at the same time. Tel Aviv is so different - more modern than Jerusalem, more inhabited than Arad. In some ways I feel that I should have gotten out more, but I needed to relax and adjust.<br /><br />Tomorrow will be more adventurous - we're going out for breakfast and maybe a craft fair in the morning, and in the evening we'll be celebrating Tanya's birthday! I'm so excited to see her, too! <br /><br />I know its sounds slow, but this is a great way for me to come back here - I can't imagine getting off the plane and jumping right into the seminar on Wednesday night like so many of my classmates are. However, I am so excited for them to come and for us to have the next few weeks together.<br /><br />If you're in Israel contact me - I can't wait to see everyone!Dreaming on a Moonbeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13815188874707123903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29545201.post-1163922705100619972006-11-19T02:48:00.000-05:002006-11-19T02:51:45.116-05:00Food for thought...I came across this in a book I'm reading (FOR FUN) and find it incredible striking... I know I have real posts to be doing, but I want to share this...<br /><br />Writers on health and happiness have suggested that there is a basic human need for intimacy, that our souls are emotionally starved when we deal with strangers all day long. We need people in our lives who know us throrughly and care about us. Dr. Dean Ornish writes, "Our surivial depends on the healing power of love, intimacy, and relationships." We nee dto feel loved. We need people to tell us that we are special and irreplacable, people who will tend to our needs and banish our fears and insecurities the way our mothers did when we were infants. But we also need to give love, to make a difference in someone's life.<br /><br />from <span style="font-style: italic;">Living a Life that Matters</span> by Harold S. KushnerDreaming on a Moonbeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13815188874707123903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29545201.post-1163318132348032202006-11-12T02:48:00.000-05:002006-11-12T02:55:32.356-05:00WUJS: Wandering Under the Judean SunHello friends!<br />There is so much that I want to say right now, but I really can't. I don't know if the words are here. (and I desperately need to get to bed...)<br />The trigger is this:<br />A number of weeks ago I backed up all of my files so that I could revamp my computer. This evening, in an excuse to procrastinate a paper which I have just finished (and deperately need to fix at somepoint before Mon. - HA HA) I decided that it was time to reload all my files. In doing this I decided that the best background noise for me to work by would be my WUJS videos. <br />Any of my PCOC friends, I watched some of what I had sent home to you (not all of it is opening on my computer) - Im sorry for the boring-ness and oddity that I sent. I hope that you got an impression of the place that I love so much and a time that I hold so dear.<br /><br />My dearest WUJieS - I also watched tonight the video from my machzor's siyyum. So much of it - ok all of it - I had no real recollection of until tonight. The quality is not so great picturewise, but the sound is decent and I am reminded of all of our "palmello moments" (as I called them in my speech) that created the expereince that we had together at WUJS. <br /><br />I can not wait to see so many of you in a month when I am in Israel. Where can we have a big Shabbat?<br /><br />I will write more soon, but I had to start this... As soon as I figure out how to add video here I will...<br />I love you and miss you and look forward to seeing you b'aretz soon!<br /><br />b'ahava ~aliciaDreaming on a Moonbeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13815188874707123903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29545201.post-1157347367563436462006-09-04T01:07:00.001-04:002006-09-04T01:22:47.566-04:00A New Box of Q-TipsToday I bought a box of 750 q-tips. That got me to thinking - 750 Q-tips is 2+years.<br /><br />Will I remember when I bought this box when it comes time to throw it away? I went to Venice with Sara, Ariela and Rachel today - then Sara, Ariela and I went to Target. It was great to be with my LADD Angels. But, I don't remember when I bought the last box and I think that only had 500 in it.<br /><br />In any case - 2 years. What could happen in the next 2 years. Lets think back two years. Labor Day weekend 2004. I dont remember anything in particular about it. But, the circumstances - I had just started as a JCSC, school was a week or two into the semester at CSUN. I was struggling with adjusting to a new setting. I didn't know what I was doing, but I felt like I had a good model and help from those around me.<br /><br /><br />WAIT A MINUTE - that sounds like, well, a lot like what I'm going through right now. But how did I get here?<br /><br />If you had told me two years ago that I would be doing now what I am doing -<br />that I would be in two masters programs; that I would be trailblazing a potential new dual program; that I would be a USC student; that I would be an HUC student; that theatre wouldnt be my career; that I would be missing Hillel this much; that I would be going to school because I want to work for Hillel; etc. etc. and so forth - I'm sure that I would never have believed you.<br /><br />Life was clear - I was working for Hillel for a year and then going back into the theatre world. Duh.<br /><br />So, what will happen in the next two years? What is known? I should be done with my masters degrees. and... well... other than that, I don't know. <br /><br />My life seems to be in two year segments these days. <br /><br />I guess we'll just have to wait and see what else this new box of q-tips will bring.Dreaming on a Moonbeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13815188874707123903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29545201.post-1155452796175494772006-08-13T01:41:00.001-04:002006-08-13T03:06:36.186-04:00Breaking out of a bubble...<span style="color:#66cccc;">Sitting at home alone on a Saturday night, I decided to do some writing for you, my fabulous readers... </span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">Yesterday was my orientation at <a href="http://www.usc.edu">USC</a>. It was quite the wake-up call for me. Not that I wasn't quite aware that I was going to be back in a predominately non-Jewish place, and very excited about it, but, when it happened it was quite a shock to the system.</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">Talk about reverse culture shock. </span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">~ There was no food for the first two hours. OK - not that big a deal, right? DUDE coming out of the Jew world where there is food every time you turn around I didn't know what to do with myself. Now, I didn't realize how weird it was until an hour and a half into the session when I started looking for the food. But, still. </span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">~I was aware of my Jew-isms (yiddish & hebrew) and that I needed to make sure to tone them down. But, I didn't realize that it would be so tiring being aware of this. I was exhausted last night after I got home. However, I didn't know why it was that I was so tired. I guess that will be one of my new added thinking exhaustions.</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">~ The idea of multiple events being on Friday nights and Saturdays and having to explain why Im not ok with that. In truth, the first Jew I met of the day also happened to be the last person I met - the social chair of the social network. It was nice that I didnt have to explain it.</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;"><span style="font-size:+0;">So, where does that leave me? I am thrilled to be out of a Jew bubble, if only for a couple years. I don't think I realized how much of a bubble I've been in for the last three years. I knew that WUJS was a bubble, and I knew that Hillel has a bit of that, but I have non-Jewish friends, plenty of them! And, for the past couple years the only regular social life I have had has been with non-Jewish friends. However, I've lived a totally Jewish life in a Jewish community in a secular society. </span></span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">I've been thinking a lot about this. There is a lot about how I live my life Jewishly now that I didn't do before three years ago. I know that going into the next two years I am going to have a lot of choices to make. As much as I felt that leaving Israel and coming back to the States was leaving where it is so easy and natural to be Jewish and live Jewishly, but, it was still part of my everyday surroundings. We closed early on Fridays for Shabbat. Saturdays are still Shabbat. No need to worry if I am going to choose to work or not on hag. Did I keep these days over the past couple years because it was convient? Do I want to observe them? </span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">And, who do I talk to about this? My Rabbi? That makes sense. He'll be back in town in a couple weeks - but the more I think about it, how much does a rabbi know about being in the secular society all the time? I adore him, and of course my Rabbi is someone I would trust, but I'm still not sure that I should be, or want to be talking to him about it. Totally odd and weird, but still. So, then I got to thinking, who is the person that I usually go to. </span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">The wise person that I want to talk to about decisions that I need to make in my life; well, the problem there is that I am trying to not be so attached to that person right now. That I don't know where we stand anymore and I don't know how to confront it so I'm trying to be strong and independent so that I know I can handle it. But can I? Sure, I can - but is that what I want. Do I want to be strong and independent and not have contact with someone who I think, or was it thought, is a good friend and confidant. The situation has changed. Do I have the right to ask advice stil? Isn't that what mentors are? Or was I misguided thinking that was the right label? And, really, why do I obsess? </span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">So, who do I go to on this one? Its as big a question as the questions themselves...</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">And I thought the hardest part of grad school was going to be the studying. </span>Dreaming on a Moonbeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13815188874707123903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29545201.post-1154243244606414502006-07-30T03:05:00.000-04:002006-07-30T03:24:15.786-04:00One in 10,000<span style="color:#cc33cc;">You would think that with all the writing that I've been doing for school these days (including the take-home History final that I wrote tonight) the last thing I would want to do it write, but I guess that if the muse hits then I should follow it, right?</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">In any case, there have been a few other times that I have wanted to write over the past few weeks and for whatever reason (ok, because of homework) I have not had a chance. </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Last Sunday I attended a rally in support of Israel that was held in front of the LA Federation building. In the days leading up to the rally, I had been thinking a lot about Israel. I felt constantly glued to NPR, as I felt that was the most neutral of the news sources available to me. I made the website for the daily Israeli newspaper <a href="http://www.haaretz.com" target="_blank">Ha'aretz</a> </span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">my homepage, so that even if I didn't have time to read, I would at least be confronted with the most up to date headlines whenever I clicked onto internet explorer. As the days passed and the situation/crisis/war (whatever you want to call it) in Israel and Lebanon continued to strengthen, I realized more and more that the media, even the outlets that I expected to be a bit more neutral were only talking about the effects on the Lebanese citizens. What about the Israelis? The citizens of the north who are sitting in shelters, or who are going to work and about their lives i the north - praying that the next rocket won't be in their path - because they must continue to live their lives. Its not that I do not feel for the Lebanese, but I do want to see fair coverage for the Israelis as well. There was story after story about the American students studying in Beirut that were evacuated, what about the ulpan students at Haifa whose program was also cancelled? </span><br /><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1168/3150/1600/cliffordRally0104_BA.1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1168/3150/320/cliffordRally0104_BA.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Back to the rally. I have never been to a similar event - and it is a testament to the great community that I am training to serve in the future. The Jewish Federation of LA has a great <a href="http://jewishla.org/html/iic-rally.htm"><a href="http://jewishla.org/html/iic-rally.htm" target="_blank">photo gallery</a></a> of the estimated 10,000 people in attendance at the Rally. I must say that I cried a lot throughout the rally - of course, no one noticed considering the oppressing heat that LA had been facing until today. My friend Clifford here is featured in the gallery as well. I love that Cliffy!</span><br /></p><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Some really mad observations that are sticking with me: </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">For the first time I can remember singing the Start Spangled Banner (is that really the name of the natoinal anthem, it suddenly struck me how odd that is) was something that I was feeling. That I could connect with my American identity at a time where I was so outwardly showing what I consider to be more central - my Jewish and Zionist identities - was absurd. Not absurd in a weird or bad way, but in an unknown and odd way - Im sure theres a better word for it, but I cant think of it for the life of me.</span><br /><p><span style="color:#cc33cc;">The Governator himself was of the speakers at the rally. He spoke of his love of Israel - how he visited in the 70s as a bodybuilder, the 80s as the Terminator, the 90s (for some reason I cant remember) and again in 2003, in his first foreign trip after becoming Governor. (I do remember when he was in Israel, as I was also - mostly I was refusing to call him my governor.) He ended by saying "Thank you, and I'll be back." His speech was good, succinct, to the point, pro-Israel and good to the Lebanese citizens. Definitely went over very well with the crowd. I enjoyed, then turned to my friend (and soon to be roommate) Mel, and said "I liked it, but he's still not getting my vote." </span></p><p><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Oh my! There are so many people! OK - I was at the front (by the end I think there was maybe one person separating me from the security fence) I could see nothing of what was behind me - but I could feel the energy in the air (through the heat and humidity) and I was energized. Exhausted, drenched with sweat and exhillirated. It is an amazing place to be, Los Angeles, with a fabulous community of fellow Israel lovers of all shapes, sizes, colors and creeds.</span></p><p><span style="color:#cc33cc;">If it wasn't past midnight and/or I didn't need to get up for the theatre in the morning, I would surely have more to tell you - but, that is not the case. </span></p><p><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Until next time... keep on dreaming!</span></p><p><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></p>Dreaming on a Moonbeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13815188874707123903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29545201.post-1150613508932346112006-06-18T02:40:00.000-04:002006-06-18T02:51:48.940-04:00A New BeginningI'm too tired to be writing this. Honestly, I should be asleep - but, I do this to myself and I choose to stay awake.<br /><br />I spent the majority of 3pm Thursday thru 10pm Saturday with the School of Jewish Communal Service (SJCS) of Hebrew Union College - Jewish Institute of Religion (LA campus). WOW - now, that was a mouthfull!<br /><br />"Thursday Fun" started at the beach with some simple 'ice breakers', a beach photo scavenger hunt, and sand sculptures, all followed by dinner at one of our classmates' homes. Friday morning was the Official Semester Kick off with the entire School of JCS, and while we spent half of Friday on campus, it was a retreat and we did go "away" for Shabbat. <br /><br />There are a lot of things I took from this weekend. First, I am so happy that I have found a school that places such a great emphasis on the importance of community - hence the retreat. I had a marvelous time getting to know the rest of the students of the SJCS. I have already challenged what is comfortable for me. And, I realized at our closing program that we have already created an incredible safe space within our community. <br /><br />Needless to say, I'm thrilled to spend the rest of the summer, and the better part of the next two years with these people.Dreaming on a Moonbeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13815188874707123903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29545201.post-1150349033124144202006-06-15T00:04:00.000-04:002006-06-15T01:23:53.133-04:00Door or Window... Open or Closed...Yesterday was my last day as the Jewish Campus Service Corps Fellow at CSUN Hillel.<br /><br />I had a ton of crap in my office that I brought home and desperaterly need to unpack, but have no desire to be anything but lazy at the moment.<br /><br />Despite KNOWING that I'm going back there for lunch tomorrow I'm still devastated.<br /><br />I got through the day and made it 3 whole stop lights before I started to cry when I left...<br /><br />And I learned something - I don't know that I can call it an epiphany or a revelation - but, it is something. Here goes:<br /><em>When I am doing something I dedicate myself to whatever it is so completely that it becomes part of my identity and being. When it is time to move on, I loose that part of myself which I leave behind.</em><br /><br />The process of loosing that part of me which I leave behind is incredibly painful. (If you know me well you know that I am hypersensitive, especially to things of this manner.<br /><br />Of course, that also means that I take part of it with me. And, I daresay that I take more with me than I leave. <br />The person that I am today, and mostly because of the job I have held for the past two years. <br /><br />When I started working for Hillel I figured that it would be a good way to give back to the community and help students build their own community. That definitely was the case. What I could not have expected was that I would learn so much and get such fullfillment out of the time I have spent with students and my coworkers. And from the experiences that I have had. <br /><br />In many ways I have a hard time leaving because there is so much more that I could do - but, as my friend (and now former boss) always says: "The to-do list is never done."<br /><br />And, I'm going to school because I want to come back to Hillel. While I know that the best way for me to learn is by doing, I know that there is a lot that I can learn in school that will make the practical easier - or at least more quality. <br /><br />Besides, in classic Alicia over-achieveing fashion, I'm not doing only one, but 2 masters simultaneously, and at different schools. Yes, the schools do have recognized dual-programs, but why would I go the easier (and FAR cheaper route) when I can do something groundbreaking - Make my own! In my defense, I looked at the existing programs and was not interested in the programs that are offered. Rather, I found programs in the area that I really want to study (Student Affairs) and because the one that really was the only one I thought was exciting is at one of the schools (USC) that has the joint programs I decided to do what I want... Today I met with the asst. director of the Jewish Communal Service program at HUC, and the faculty lead from my program at USC, and its looking VERY promising! While I'm going to have to pay separate tuitions to both schools, I should be able to make it all work.<br /><br />So, new beginnings. I'm ready. Change is hard, but without it - we never go anywhere and that would be damn boring.Dreaming on a Moonbeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13815188874707123903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29545201.post-1150015224438573592006-06-11T04:39:00.000-04:002006-06-11T04:40:24.446-04:00Living in LASo, June seems to be the time of change in my life. And, I decided that with all the changes that I'm facing I need to do everything I can to make change. That involved 2 things: moving my bed to a different wall, and starting a blog.<br /><br />On erev Shavuot I was driving home from work early in the afternoon. Yes, we were closing early that day, but I left extra early cause I was sick. Now, I NEVER get sick (it had been 5 years) so you know I was feeling pretty bad to leave work early (after all, Im the girl that they have to force to take vacation days).<br /><br />Anyway, back to my drive. I was not so happy with the traffic on the freeway at 1pm on a Thursday, so I got off and was taking Wilshire Blvd. east to get home. Now, I drive west on Wilshire many a morning to get to work, but there is something different. In the mornings the stores aren't open, and the roads move relatively easily. I don't think much of driving through the heart of Beverly Hills, passing Rodeo Drive, and the fancy stores that I would never feel comfortable going near. As I drove more slowly, and in my desperate to get to my bed stupor, I saw things in a different light. I saw people dressed in the most "perfect" outfits, with the hair and make-up done just right going in and out of stores. I saw at least one woman who I sure spends all of her time shopping in over-priced establishments. And, I saw a woman with the most artifical breasts I have ever seen. Boobs just do not sit as hers did.<br /><br />This got me to thinking - why am I here? I mean, I hear all the time how fake LA is. But, that is from what I call the "media" version of LA - the version where everyone is talking about that area of Beverly Hills I drove through. Or the hip and trendy clubs on Sunset. Or the areas where the Hollywood rich and famous hang out. That is all great. And, oh so close to where I live. But thats not me. Thats not my LA. My LA is full of incredibly diverse people. And I love the people I know. My neighborhood is full of immigrants - I hear Farsi and Hebrew out the windows of my apartment building. The grocery store I shop in most often makes me feel almost like I am in Israel. I spend my Sunday nights with the best friends a girl could have - we represent many different cultures. In that group I have nieces and nephews on all colors. And, I wouldn't want it any other way. I live in a neighborhood where I can walk to at least 2 dozen shuls... although I only frequent a handfull...<br /><br />LA is full of diversity. And culture. And, if I want to find it, I can. I love LA. Thats not to say that I don't miss Israel. I often say that the only place I would live outside of LA is Israel. I miss it terribly, and I'm counting the time until I make my next visit...<br /><br />I often ask myself if I'm doing what I am supposed to be doing right now. Am I where I am supposed to be? And the answer keeps coming back as YES. I am where I should be right now - and I have been doing what I should be doing. It feels right. And, yes. Beyond the plastic and the silicone, and the perfectly manicured lawns and nails of Beverly Hills - LA really is my home.Dreaming on a Moonbeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13815188874707123903noreply@blogger.com0