Gam Zu Letovah

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“How did you know that he was the one?” my friend asked me, shortly after I decided to marry this guy whom I had only known for two and half months. “It’s a totally unprecedented knowledge,” I told her. “Though I can tell you that he lines up perfectly with everything on my must-have list of crucial traits that I was looking for in a husband, I really can’t explain it to you.”

The beginning is epic- a silent cacophony of swirling, dark, primordial abyss. The wind of G-d hovers over the waters, and whispers the potential of what could be. From deep within (or beyond?) this primordial chaos, a voice is heard. “Let there be light.” Boom! The words crystallize into light. And so continues the story of the very beginning, Hashem speaks and brings every detail of the known (and unknown) universe into being.
In Parshat Bereishit, we relive the creation.

The first time I ever visited the grave-site of Rebbe Nachman I left behind a fairly together life. There were things I wanted (to get married, to find my specific purpose in life) but then there were also things that were totally together (my friends, my family, my living situation, my work, my goals). But all of that changed. For the worse….

Whatever you do, don’t think about the green lizard. Think about anything, just not the green lizard. What are you thinking about? The green lizard of course! Just with the word “not” in front of it.
Now think about the pink butterfly. Where’s the green lizard?
Gone.

Akiva’s animosity was uncontrollable. “If I could just lay my hands on one of those Torah scholars, “he thought,” I would give him a beating he wouldn’t forget. I would bite him like a donkey, whose bite breaks bones.”

I love to behold it. From my balcony I watch as all of my neighbors begin to make their uncharacteristically high number of trips to the dumpster daily. Men, women and children are seen in the streets, arms overflowing with stuff to throw away, and schlepping huge bags of clothes to the donation bins. My favorite part is the outlandish-looking truck that comes booming down our little street in Tsfat for its annual pickup of oversized things- a worn out couch, an inefficient dryer, that lamp that has been half-broken for months. This is the time, when we as a nation roll up our proverbial sleeves and clear out all of the things that have been overcrowding our homes and our minds.

It was on my first date with my husband, about 20 minutes after I had met him that I dropped the question- “So… do you feel connected to Rebbe Nachman?” My husband replied that yes, he had been to Uman for the first time just a few months earlier and now he was sold- forever bound to this powerful soul. “Excellent,” I thought, as I checked that major criteria off of my proverbial list of must-haves.