Welcome home, Gilad

A funny thing happened on the way to school yesterday. I was driving along, minding my own business, dodging cars as traffic thickened on the 10. And out of nowhere, taking me completely by surprise, I got very emotional. Tears started welling up in my eyes and I felt a huge wave of something. And it was all because of Gilad Shalit, the IDF soldier who returned to Israel after five years in Hamas captivity.

For the past five years, it was impossible to spend any period of time in Israel without encountering Gilad's presence. He became this national symbol, a mythic creature whose image was emblazoned on countless posters, banners, and pamphlets. His story, his image, and his plight were forced into the minds and memories of native Israelis and tourists alike. The child of Israel, taken from his country while serving it honorably, whose parents and friends wanted him back where he belonged, dead or alive.

As an HUC student living in the center of Jerusalem, Gilad greeted me every day. The path from my favorite coffee shop to campus included a walk by the Prime Minister's compound. As most of the world is aware, for several years Gilad's family lived in a tent adjacent to the compound, a constant reminder to Ohlmert, then Netanyahu, that Gilad was still missing. I often walked by that tent with a feeling of head-shaking bewilderment. He's never going to come home, folks. I thought to myself. Your efforts are, sadly, in vain.

How mistaken was I.

Not only did Gilad return home this week, but he came back alive, and in one piece. Gaunt, frail, and in dire need of sunlight, but alive. He freaking walked out of "enemy" territory, crossed the border, embraced his father, boarded a helicopter, and flew home to be with his family. Forever. Alive.

The fact that he did not return to Israel in a coffin represents a tremendous deal of hope and promise. Why? Because Hamas could have said, screw it. We don't care if he goes back alive or dead. We can do whatever we want with him. We hate Israel, and we hate their soldiers even more. Israel would have accepted Gilad's body dead or alive, and exchanged it for the same 1,000+ prisoners they bartered him for.

That Hamas was willing to work with Israel - using Egypt as a buffer - to release perhaps the most prized possession they have demonstrates in some small way that peace, or at least a pathway to it, is possible. It demonstrates that there is some way to communicate with "the other."

After looking at images like these, it also reminds us that each of us essentially strives for the same raw human needs. To love and be loved. To have families who care about us. To be reunited with mothers and fathers and daughters and sons.

I do not condone or excuse the heinous acts of those who were released from Israeli prisons in exchange for Gilad. The high price of one life is excruciatingly difficult to comprehend. However, this is Israel. These are the stakes with which the country must gamble. This is how Israel must defend itself in order to survive.

Despite what seems like the most lopsided, misguided prisoner exchange in history, as this article by Bradley Burston reminds us, it was the right thing to do. Israel keeps its promise to its citizens and its soldiers.

Yesterday was an historic and meaningful moment in Israel's history. On a very real, raw, personal level, a mother and father were reunited with their beloved son. A twenty-five year old man returned to his native land, to friends and family, and presumably joined Facebook. (According to my Israeli Facebook friend)

On a national level, Gilad's return encompassed many different messages and emotions. On the one hand, the native son returned to his homeland; the mythic creature reunited with his origins. On the other, his return saw the release of over 1,000 perpetrators of terror; people who have played active roles in the deaths of countless victims of violence. It was certainly a moment of bittersweet redemption for those who wanted Gilad back. And it was certainly a moment of tremendous sadness and frustration for all those who lost loved ones.

On an international level, Gilad's return is a reminder of how complicated and tenuous the relationships between Middle East neighbors actually are. It shows the entire world that Israel, for all its faults and flaws, is committed to sanctity of life, even at such a high price.

To many, Gilad Shalit's return home is hard to comprehend. His release is baffling, even offensive. And yet - I don't see it that way. I see it as a tremendous opportunity for a country that I love deeply but struggle with daily. I see it as an emblem of hope and promise for an area of the world so marred by violence and terrorism.

Gilad's return home is complicated - but such is life in Israel. There is no day and no moment without complication, without argument, without wrestling, and those who truly love Israel and have engaged with it whole-heartedly know this all too well.

Kol yisrael areivim zeh ba zeh - all Israel is responsible for one another. These words carry us through our liturgy, our texts, and our holidays, but particularly through relationships with fellow Jews all over the world. We are united as one, in celebration of Gilad and in looking ahead toward our communal future.

L'chayim, to life.

Jaclyn

The Year of Living Jewish is Over

The Year of Living Jewish is over.

Or is it?

A year ago - Rosh Hashanah 5771 - I started this blog as a way to connect further with two entities: my student pulpit down in El Centro, and my own personal Jewish practice. I dabbled in keeping Shabbat, observing Kashrut, going to the mikveh, and reading erudite things. It was all about going deeper into levels of Jewish practice that had absolutely no bearing on me prior to rabbinical school.

Last week, I ate bacon for the first time in one year.

It wasn't anything to blog home about.

A year has passed since I began this little experiment. A full year in which great things and crappy things happened; a year in which I celebrated and mourned with the people I love. At Rosh Hashanah services last week I looked back, as I do every year, on memories both fulfilling and disheartening. I sat in synagogue with my family and contemplated the meaning of life; how fortunate I am. And I thought about how nice and how pleasant it is that I don't only do this act on Rosh Hashanah, or Yom Kippur, but consistently throughout my year: in school, in shul, and even in my car on jam-packed freeways.

Living Jewish, to me, is about far more than the little things I blogged about sporadically throughout the year. Living Jewish is about far more than going to synagogue and thinking about my Jewish identity and connection to God. Living Jewish is about far more than experiencing the rituals of Judaism on a superficial level.

Living Jewish is who you are; it's how you live every day of your life. I knew going into this that I lived a Jewish life and never doubted it. The practices I experimented with this year were all interesting and engaging and worth trying, but they didn't make me more of a Jew by any stretch of the imaJEWnation. While to some these activities may be meaningless, and to others totally rote commonplace daily activities, to me they were a chance to push myself outside the box in which my Jewish identity came into formation.

What did I learn this past year? That this box - whose foundation was the work of those who came long before me, whose walls were created and structured by my parents, and whose insides were decorated, adorned, and attended to by me - is open enough and wide enough to accept all sorts of new influences. It is a box that knows its limits, certainly, but is willing to experiment with different patterns and fabrics.

In short, I really like my box. I have created a box that I myself am comfortable with, that is capable of being altered and changed to reflect the person I am evolving into. And that box was the focus of this blog for one full year.

That evolved state is a permanent state of being for me, and for that reason alone, this Year is not finished. Nor will it ever be. In fact, long after I'm gone, my grandchildren and great grandchildren will, God willing, still be asking themselves the questions that this blog poses. Only, at that point they'll likely be mental-blogging on chips implanted in their brains and sending those blogs through their minds to other people's mental blog chips, thereby eliminating the visual computer. Or something.

This blog will continue, but I'm not yet sure what shape it will take. Time will tell.

For now, I hope that you and everyone you know and love experienced a meaningful, pertinent, relevant, and challenging High Holiday season. I hope it got you not to think about whether or not you're a "good" Jew, but rather - who you are as a person, how you can best serve the community around you, and where Jewish values and ideals are implicated in your every day life.

That's what these Yamim Nora'im - these Days of Awe - are about. They may seem like they are time-bound reflection periods on Jewish identity and practice. But look beyond the surface, and they are a reminder, a check-in, and a push that compels each of us to live Jewish: to live each day better than the one before.

Shana Tova u'metuka -

A good, sweet new year to all.

Jaclyn

The Gates are Open

A few weeks back, I had the extraordinary privilege of witnessing a dear friends’ conversion to Judaism. It was a powerful, deeply moving experience to be present as this young woman – following months of thought, study, and hard work – became a Jew. In a few weeks, she will be married under the chuppah in Ojai; I will be co-officiating at the ceremony. I consider it a true gift that I was brought into this couple’s relationship and their upcoming marriage. They are dear friends of mine, and I am grateful they allowed me to share their story with you.

G and J are a fantastic couple. They are kind, good-hearted people who know each other well. They respect and trust each other deeply, and you can tell they are the best of friends. They love to cook delicious, fresh, wholesome food. They are interesting, fascinating, and have much to say about the world. They share the same values and concerns, a warm and inviting house, and a very cute dog.

I met G back in college when his a cappella group performed with ours at a concert in Davis. He and J met around that same time and started dating shortly thereafter. G was born Jewish, but felt largely disconnected from it. He had a Bar Mitzvah, but that’s where most of his Jewish education ended. When he and J started dating, he knew she was not Jewish. Yet when things got serious, he never pressured her to convert. It would have been a pleasant bonus, but was not the most important thing in the world to him.

Flash forward several years, when they took a trip to Germany shortly after getting engaged. J had lived part of her adolescent life there. She had a deep-rooted connection with the country that was entirely separate from the Holocaust and World War II. Yet in exploring Germany with G, her now-fiancé, she saw and felt parts of the country like never before. She (and G) felt deeply connected to the atrocities of the Jewish people, and to the unfortunate history and common bond we share.

J, who grew up Catholic, had possessed a curiosity about Judaism since meeting G. Yet it was on that trip that she decided independently that this was something she wanted to pursue. She wanted to understand and connect with Judaism on a deeper level. She wanted to immerse herself in Jewish culture and ritual. It was important to her to share a Jewish home and family with G.

They came to me last fall seeking guidance. I happily offered my assistance. I pointed them towards Rabbi D, an ordained rabbi I adore and respect, and toward an Intro to Judaism course they could take together. Over the course of several months, I watched them grow as individuals and as a couple. I listened to them as they shared stories from their classes. I checked in with them as they grew in their relationship, and as J grew into a Jew. And I began the sacred task of helping them think about their Jewish wedding, and their Jewish life together.

Shortly after I returned from camp, J scheduled her beit din. I joined three ordained rabbis as we asked her questions about who she has become as a Jew, what this process has meant to her, and what she has learned. She was so incredibly articulate, passionate, and knowledgeable! She blew us all away with how deeply she thought about Judaism; with how articulately she spoke about what it means to her. At the conclusion of her beit din, J offered what she wanted to be her new Hebrew name: Aviva. The name means spring, which connotes new growth and new life. I could not think of a more apt name for this beautiful young woman.

The following day, J, G, Rabbi D, and I headed to the mikveh. There, J immersed herself three times in the warm waters and was reborn a Jew. She spoke prayers and affirmed her commitment to the Jewish faith. With myself and the “mikveh ladies” on one side of the curtain, and Rabbi D and G on the other, we sang “siman tov u’mazal tov” and clapped with joy and happiness. J smiled warmly and looked so happy, connected, and fulfilled. This process clearly meant so much to her, and she was beyond excited to begin her life with G.

As a woman born into a Jewish family, I often take my religion for granted. I have only ever known one religious identity, and I have never questioned whether or not it was right for me. I have always believed in God and identified with the history, culture, and rituals of Judaism. It suited me, and has always felt right, and that’s partially why I’m in school to become a rabbi.

J’s experience reinforced why I am becoming a figurative gatekeeper of the Jewish faith. It warmed my heart that so many people were thrilled for J to become a Jew; that the doors of Judaism were open to her from the start. It moved me deeply that J arrived at the decision to convert on her own, separate from her fiancé. That the experience of the Jewish people meant enough to her to go through a process of study and self reflection that lasted several months; this was clearly an undertaking J wanted to go through.

When I described the experience to Bubbie, Josh’s grandmother, she said to me, “It’s amazing that after all we face as Jews, all the anti-Semitism throughout the years, the persecution and the pogroms, someone would want to join us. It’s a blessing to us and all Israel.”

While I don’t necessarily share that same survivalist mentality, I am thrilled nonetheless. J is a blessing to our community. She has chosen to become a Jew, to uphold the values and principles of our faith. She has chosen to mark her home with mezuzot and knows what they mean to her. She has chosen to sign a ketubah with a Hebrew name, stand under a chuppah with her beshert, and allow Judaism to be the foundation of her daily life.

For this and for so many more reasons, I am honored and thrilled for her and G. I feel beyond grateful to be a part of their marriage, and wish them nothing but good health and happiness moving forward.

Siman tov u’mazal tov!

-Jaclyn

Who's Going to Change the World?

The Birkat Hamazon is the longest and most frequently invoked prayer we do at camp. It is a long series of blessings over sustenance. We chant it after every meal, giving thanks for the bounty which we have just enjoyed. This means it is done a whopping six times a day: early and late meal, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. In one of its benedictions, we chant:

"Harachaman, hu yitein ahavah bein b'nei Yitzhak, u'vein b'nei Yishmael."

Loosely translated, this means, "[Blessed be] the Compassionate One, who promotes love between the sons of Isaac and the sons of Ishmael."

This fundamental statement has been a part of our Birkat Hamazon for a very long time. This particular benediction recognizes the connection we Jews have with our Muslim brothers and sisters, encouraging those who invoke it to reach for connections and common ground.

On Monday August 8th, I had the pleasure of hearing this verse chanted by 70+ Newman campers and staff in the dining hall of the Salam Center, an Islamic cultural center and mosque in Sacramento.

Hevrah, the social justice Eidah at Newman, has spent the past three weeks learning about Muslim/Jewish relations in America. They have learned about the pillars of faith of Islam, the beliefs and practices of different sects of the religion, the intensified Islamaphobia which has increased in this country tenfold since 9/11, and the value of speaking out against injustice and prejudice. The Eidah has also devoted a portion of their summer to learning about the Arab/Israeli conflict, spending a great deal of time learning from our Mishlachat (Israeli delegation) and other guest speakers of Jewish and Islamic faiths.

The campers and counselors of this eidah have spent their summer learning and doing the Jewish value of Tikkun Olam: repairing the world. Guided by two amazing Rashim, Eliza and Amanda, and the incredible Rabbi Jim Kaufman of Temple Beth Hillel in Los Angeles, this eidah has molded and created budding social activists. It has pushed the envelope and challenged people young and old to think about their actions and choices. And it has inspired the entire camp community to be bold and determined, embracing the values and principles we as Reform Jews stand for.

On August 8, Hevrah took to the streets in their annual Project Day. Following a three-week long period of meeting in task forces (which include lobbying, publicity, education, and guerilla theater) the campers were ready and prepared to promote tolerance, acceptance, and education in California's capital city.

First stop: the Capitol Building in Sacramento, where the lobbying task force took the stage. Twelve campers sat in the Committee Room, seated in gigantic leather chairs at an elevated round table. These exceptionally eloquent young men and women lobbied for increased education in public schools on religious sensitivity and awareness. They spoke of religious tolerance and pluralism, and on the growing threat of Islamaphobia, among many subjects. These campers were poised and prepared, mature and detailed. They demonstrated a nuanced and impressive handle on the subject they had studied the past three weeks.

The campers spoke to two members of Darrell Steinberg's staff. Steinberg is the President Pro-Tem of the State Senate and a member of Congregation B'nai Israel in Sacramento. His staff members, one of whom is a Muslim American, were beyond impressed with their presentation. They stated they could not remember a more eloquent or mature group of teenagers presenting such a well-thought-out case. They assured our teens that their voices were being heard; that their words would reach Senator Steinberg and make their impact.

Next stop: Old Town Sacramento. Straight off the bus, Hevrah campers jumped headfirst into their giant flashmob, taking over a central chunk of the area to perform their choreographed dance number. The song to which they danced, "Who's Going to Change the World Tonight," matches Hevrah's theme and cheer.

Hevrah campers then petitioned around Old Town for about forty-five minutes. Each mini group was charged with educating passersby about their various topics. Some people were receptive; some were clearly not. Yet Hevrah campers were exceptionally brave. They stomped through Old Town Sacramento with determination in their eyes.

Later on in the afternoon, Hevrah continued their meetings and followed them with T'filah on the Capitol lawn. Designed completely by the campers themselves, this T'filah was a chance for each of us to collect ourselves and our thoughts; to pause and reflect and allow the meaning of the day to resonate within us.

The day concluded with a visit to the Salam Center, a complex on the outskirts of Sacramento. For many of us it was our first visit to an Islamic house of worship. While there, we took a tour, met with representatives from CAIR - the Council on American-Islamic Relations, and observed an evening prayer session. It was exceptionally touching and mesmerizing to watch.

Finally, as we visited the center during the holy month of Ramadan, our visit ended with an Iftar: a breaking of the daily fast after sundown. At this iftar, members of the community made an outstanding meal for us to enjoy: curried chicken, rice, hummus, eggplant, salad, and a delicious soup. After a day of lobbying, petitioning, and expanding their minds, the meal was a welcome celebration for our Hevrah campers.

As we headed back to Santa Rosa after our long day in Sacramento, it dawned on me just how meaningful this day was. Looking behind me on the bus at the dozens of sleepy teenagers, I saw looks of fulfillment, contentedness, and pride. To end the day knowing that they had taken what they had learned this summer to the streets of California's capital, raising their voices and making their impact, was nothing short of exceptional.

To strive for peace amongst all peoples, to live in a land where all are equal; this is the essence of repairing the world. For this education director, knowing our campers learned as they taught the masses this summer and on their Project Day, well, there is simply nothing more rewarding than that.

Creating Makom Kadosh: Sacred Space

Ozi v'zimrat yah

Vay'hi li lishua

God is my strength and my song

And will be my freedom.

This past Saturday night, these words began the most unique and meaningful ceremony I've ever had the privilege of participating in. That night I facilitated a giluach rosh, a shaving of the head, for a fifteen year old girl in her second round of chemotherapy for brain cancer.

I met Jessica on her arrival day at camp two weeks ago. I remembered her face from last summer, welcomed her back, and asked how she was doing. She told me that she was excited to be back, for she was going to shave her head at camp.

I raised an eyebrow. We usually have strict rules about such grand physical changes here at Newman.

Jessica proceeded to tell me her story. She was diagnosed with brain cancer shortly before starting her freshman year of high school. Her first round of chemotherapy was unsuccessful, but at least she got to keep her hair. She was now midway through a second round of chemo. Her once thick and luscious hair was falling out. She wanted to take control in a situation where she had very little, and decided camp was the safe space she needed to be to go through such a major transition.

I was stunned by her boldness and bravery; by her determination. I immediately asked if she wanted me to write a ceremony for the occasion. She smiled wryly and said, "sure."

So, on Saturday, my dear friend and HUC cantorial student Amanda helped me write a ceremony marking the shaving of Jessica's head. It was a carefully crafted ritual that embraced change, choices, and Jessica's strength. It focused on Jessica's tenacity, her choice to take control, and the love that exists for her here at camp. That night, we invited all the women of Jessica's eidah, plus a few female faculty members and spouses, to participate.

From the moment we started singing the words above, people began to weep. Fifteen and sixteen year old girls began crying, counselors wiped away tears, and everyone in that space found themselves sobbing openly, slowly gaining a grasp on what was happening. In that small space, normally a programs location for movies, songleading, and games, we were able to experience something sacred.

Jessica's mom, a wonderful rabbi from Bakersfield here on faculty, said a few beautiful, poignant words. She offered a touching poem. And as she spoke, more tears began to flow. Jessica began to sob as she told her story. And the girls of her eidah embraced her, welcomed her, and through their body language and embraces made it clear that they supported Jessica fully.

After a series of prayers and songs, Jessica stood up and walked to the chair where Tal, our resident hairstylist here at camp, began to shave her head. We all watched, silent, unable to look away, as this incredible young woman sat calmly, taking control of her situation. By the time Tal finished, Jessica was left with a beautiful bald head. She truly looked gorgeous, and everyone clapped.

At the conclusion, five girls from Jessica's cabin sang a medley of songs - from Adele's "Make You Feel My Love" to "Isn't She Lovely" to "Stand By You." Then the entire group offered blessings to Jessica. To stand in a room full of teenage girls extending blessings to their peer - including strength, love, continued support, confidence, and faith - was nothing short of inspiring. I stood there with my mouth agape, tears flowing from my eyes, as gems of wisdom and maturity passed through the lips of these campers.

The whole evening culminated with a celebration featuring Martinelli's sparkling cider, fresh fruit and chocolate, and songs of joy. It was done beautifully, and Jessica's incredible rashim and counselors did an amazing job making sure it was a joyous event.

This giluach rosh proved the importance of sacred rituals; of embracing change and noting the transitions that mark our daily lives. It created a space in which Jessica herself could mourn the loss of one phase of her life - one identity marker - and celebrate the beginning of another. It enabled the other women of the eidah to understand and accept that one amongst them was different and unique. And it celebrated strength, teaching girls and women alike about conviction, dignity, and perspective.

School simply cannot prepare you for this type of event. No amount of training can teach you the appropriate response to give a teenage girl with cancer seeking to totally alter her appearance. Having compassion, respect, and a deep love for the sanctity of Judaism, combined with an open mind and an eager heart, helps you along the way.

That she felt comfortable enough here at camp to do such a brave act is a testament to the significance of this place; this safe environment. That the people surrounding her openly weeped and extended her their support and love is a statement of how much this place means to people. And that she has walked around the past few days rocking the most beautiful bald head I've ever seen, receiving high fives, smiles, and pats on the back from campers and counselors young and old, exemplifies the uniqueness of this sacred place, this makom kadosh.

Below is a prayer we read at the beginning of Jessica's service. It can be a reminder to all of us of the incredible opportunities that exist within change.

For Being Open to Change, from Siddur Sha’ar Zahav

Mi Shebeirach Avoteinu v’Imoteinu. O God who blessed our ancestors Abraham, Sarah, and Hagar; who bestows miraculous things to those who are open to your blessings, send your insight and love to Jessica as life’s journey brings change.

Like Sarah, may we have the strength to continue forward even if we are not sure where our path may lead.

Like Abraham with his son Isaac, may we have the courage to turn challenges into blessings, even as we grapple with life’s unmarked paths.

Like Hagar with her son Ishmael, may we be granted a glimpse of what is Divine, so that we may turn our fear into faith.

O Source of all, who revealed the Torah to our people, let us be open to witnessing Your ways in our lives.

We bless You, O God, who guides our journeys.

And let us say, Amen.

With love,

Jaclyn

Perspective is Anything

This summer at Newman, I've learned a thing or two. As Education Director, it's only fair that I squeeze in my fair share of learning, as I'm focusing so much energy on the direction of others' education.

As my summer draws to a close, I can finally start to look back and reflect on all that's gone on the past seven weeks. It's much more challenging to observe one's progress whilst "in it." And "in it" is a permanent state of being here at camp, even now.

Of the many reasons why I have only blogged once this summer, here are a select few:

a) There's no time.

b) I'm exhausted.

c) Too much else to focus on.

d) Most of my [lack of] time is spent managing a staff.

Strangely enough, these four reasons I've focused on are also the reasons why education at camp often gets put on the backburner for those who implement it; namely, the Rashim (unit heads) of the nine separate Eidot (units).

As I came to realize quickly here at camp, education is often lowest on the priority list when one, two, or three people are managing, scheduling, and facilitating an entire session of 60+ campers and 20+ staff. There's a strong presence of rabbinic, cantorial, and education students here, plus ordained rabbis and cantors and trained educators on faculty. Yet despite this, Jewish education is not the first thing that comes to mind for the vast majority of those invested in Jewish camp.

Instead, the Jewish experience and living Judaism is the priority. Simply existing within a Jewish place set to the rhythm of Jewish time is enough for many. The content of our learning is often overlooked in favor of kumbaya-type moments and brief pauses in the day for prayer. And for the first half of the summer, I looked at that as a failure on my part.

I chose to focus on the negatives; on the absence and the holes. I had to focus most of my energy on managing our Geza (senior staff) team and very little on curriculum and content. Most of my day was spent walking around, putting out fires, mediating conflict, and resolving issues. At one point, I told my boyfriend that I [incorrectly] guessed my staff had set the world record for most questions asked of me in a one-day period. (And I love getting asked questions, and my staff, so please do not consider this a criticism. Just an observation)

At first, my perspective was that this was not what I was hired for. Very little was education-related. I was doing minimal teaching and learning. I was not able to get to programs and offer feedback due to meetings and interceptions. And nearly every piece of feedback I received - from supervisors, faculty members, my co, Joe, and Rashim, felt like criticism.

Let me remind you at this moment that when I was preparing for the summer, my supervisor did tell me that my number one role this summer was being a support system, along with Joe, for the entire Geza community. That I would be asked several dozen questions a day and my responsibility was to be around camp and present for said questions. That the main part of my educational work would be done before camp started.

Yet, my perspective was rooted in disappointment. I was disappointed in the things I could not control, in myself and my inability to change a culture, a system, and a machine that serves around 700+ people a day. I felt like I had let down those who hired me, despite never ever actually being told this information. And I was somewhat unrealistic in my expectations, something that I have only recently come to terms with.

Really, it wasn't until this past week, following a much-needed visit from and conversations with the aforementioned boyfriend, that I started to shift my perspective. I began opening my eyes a little wider to the many things going on around me. I stopped focusing so much on the negatives and the no's.

I also now have the ability to look back and observe the tremendous progress that has been made since the start of the summer.

The truth is, there is so much going on here. There are programs running, guests speakers and presentations that I'm overseeing, and relationships being forged under the context of learning. There are camper reflections coming back week after week stating that they have learned exactly what the theme of their Eidah was; a theme I picked for them on a random night in January and scribbled on a piece of paper the night before a phone meeting with my supervisor. There are creative, dynamic, and out-of-the-box learning activities throughout multiple periods in the day.

It is only now that I can see my work and my goals coming to fruition in the eyes of these children and staff. Seeing that, and recognizing my need for a shift in perspective, has made me a happier person and director of education.

Everything I wanted to change midway through the summer I still wish to change. The vision I have for the future and the shifts I felt needed to be made - I still feel them. But I am choosing - actively choosing - to embrace those negatives along with the many positives.

In that regard, I feel that I am honoring the work of the very special Michael Gerber , whose blog about the blessings of living with a disability is nothing short of inspirational.

Perspective is anything we want it to be. It's how we look at the work we do, evaluate our own progress and impact on the world, and see the growth in ourselves and those around us. It's how we choose to view our successes and our defeats; how we react to criticism, and how we interpret that which happens at us, around us, and inside us. It is up to us.

So, looking back, I am so proud of the work my staff has done. I am so pleased with how our team has worked together. I am blown away by how our campers and staff have grown this summer. And I am moved by the genuine care and compassion our staff and faculty possess for the hundreds of members of this community.

Yes, I still have many changes I want to make. But for now, I recognize that Jewish learning takes many different forms. It's incremental, surprising, and so challenging. It is a sacred task, one that requires a shift in perspective each and every day.

L'hitraot from camp.

With love,

Jaclyn

Changes

The past four weeks I have been living happily and healthily in the hills of wine country. For the second summer in a row, I have taken up residence at URJ Camp Newman in Santa Rosa, this year as its Education Director. It has been a frenetic, fun, and fast-paced chunk of time preceded by a period of so many transitions, it was hard to keep track. That my blog was last updated in April is in no small way connected to the many changes in my life.

Perhaps the biggest milestone of the past few months was graduating from the first phase of my program in May. I received my Masters in Hebrew Letters from HUC-JIR, culminating the core curriculum and signifying three years of intense study with my school. Though some laughed it off as a consolation prize, (I am now halfway through my path to the rabbinate) I personally found it meaningful and important. After devoting three years of my life to this education, having the ability to stand proudly and receive a Masters degree (and a hood!) felt amazing. Having my family and those I love there with me made it all the more special.

It also highlighted the importance of having ritual ceremonies - ones that mark the end of one period and the beginning of another. We need them to acknowledge the passing of time; to recognize that we have changed. Our families need them to see how hard we've worked, and what we've devoted ourselves to. Altogether, graduations can be a sacred occasion where we recognize how far we've come. They mark the liminal moments in our lives when we hang in balance between one and another.

One week later, I said goodbye to my student pulpit in El Centro. It was a tearful, celebratory weekend in the Imperial Valley. To say that my congregants have made an impact on my life is a tremendous understatement. They are a phenomenal group of individuals committed to preserving Jewish life in an incredibly non-Jewish place. They are kind and open, warm and supportive. They helped me through the two most difficult years of my personal life. And they taught me infinitely more about being a rabbi than I could ever teach them about being Jewish. I will miss them more than words can say, but know that our relationships will last way beyond these blessed two years.

That same weekend, I also said farewell to the religious school in which I have taught for two years - the same congregation where I grew up and cultivated my Jewish identity. It was a bittersweet goodbye. My parents are no longer members, so my connection to the synagogue has frayed over the years. It was not always the most positive experience going there on Sunday mornings, and I often felt that preparations for religious school teaching was the last thing on my mind. But that school gave me so much. My students were absolutely incredible - bright, determined, hardworking, hilarious. That school introduced me to my dear friend Justin, a man whose presence is deeply missed each and every day. It gave me mentors and role models, and set the bar for solid Jewish education. And it helped me discover my desire to be an educator, beyond my rabbinic ordination. For those experiences and so much more, I will always be grateful.

Amid the chaos of graduation and goodbyes, I also moved out of my apartment in West Hollywood. JFro in WeHo - my original blog name and Jdate handle - is no more. I moved into that apartment immediately following a bad breakup in November 09. It was my refuge, my solace, and provided me with the foundation to make a new start; to discover myself. It was my home for a year and a half, and though it was time to move on, the change was a difficult one to make. That goodbye was perhaps the hardest of all.

Yet there is so much excitement on the horizon. There is so much I am learning and doing and experiencing that I feel is making me a better rabbi, teacher, person, and friend. Embracing the changes - and experiencing the transitions with an open, patient heart - is helping me discover more about myself.

And having the love and support of those along for the ride with me is, quite simply, icing on the cake.

Looking forward to more adventures in living, loving, and laughing.

Jaclyn