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The highest form of widsom is kindness (Talmud)

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With all my love and best wishes to everyone

Shabbat Shalom

I love the box; shame about the toy Yeah, we all know who wants to play with this
I have to show dad how to do everything

A little while ago Axe posted a wonderful piece, which got me on my soap box spouting off about the Jewish stance towards women and sex. Here are just a few points. Women are NOT considered to be second class citizens; men and women have separate roles; a man is not complete without a woman; it is a man’s duty to satisfy his wife; her sexual needs come before his; women have been endowed with more wisdom and understanding than men.

I could go on there is so much more. However, today I received a lovely email from a friend asking where they could find out more about Judaism and I pointed them to my link “My Religion” (http://jewfaq.org/toc.htm) which covers everything in a fairly simplistic way, including the role of women.

I would like to share with you the essence of a famous biblical poem in praise of the good wife (Proverbs 31: 10-31). This is recited or sung to the women of the household on a Friday evening before the Sabbath meal. It is called Eshet Chayil, A Woman of Worth. It describes the ideal Jewish housewife, who is trusted by her husband and admired by her people. She is kind to the poor and gentle to all. She is self-respecting and dignified. Husband and children praise her as the source of their happiness. Above all, a man must treat his wife with love and sympathy and respect for she is a part of him.

“Nothing in ancient literature equals this remarkable attestation to the dignity and individuality of woman.” (Abrahams)

“A good wife, who can find. She is worth far more than rubies… She reaches out her arms to the needy… Dignity and honour are her garb; she smiles looking at the future… She looks after her household; she never eats the bread of idleness. Her children rise and bless her, and her husband praises her. Many women do worthily, but you excel them all! Grace is elusive and beauty is vain; only a G-d fearing woman deserves praise… Give her credit for the fruits of her labours and let her achievements praise her at the gates.”

I love this song and I love the feeling of warmth it brings. I am not sure how worthy I am; I know I sadly lack, which means there is room for change and room for growth. It is a good thing that the men recognise the value of their women. Anyone can sing it; the children can sing it to their mother or for any of the women at the dinner table; in fact we all join in.

Thank you for indulging and sharing a little of the spiritual part of me.

With love and best wishes to everyone for a restful weekend and Shabbat Shalom.

By the time the Lord made woman, He was into the sixth day of working overtime. An angel appeared and said, “Why are you spending so much time on this one?” And the Lord answered, “Have you seen my spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic, have over two hundred moveable parts, all replaceable and able to run on diet coke and leftovers, have a lap that can hold four children at one time, have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart and she will do everything with only two hands.”

The angel was astounded at the requirements. “Only two hands! No way! And that’s just on the standard model? That’s too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish.”

“But I won’t,” the Lord protested. “I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself when she is sick AND can work eighteen hour days.”

The angel moved closer and touched the woman. “But you have made her so soft, Lord.”

“She is soft,” the Lord agreed, “but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish.”

“Will she be able to think?” asked the angel.

“The Lord replied, “Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason and negotiate.”

The angel then noticed something and reaching out, touched the woman’s cheek. “Oops, it looks like you have a leak in this model. I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one.”

“That’s not a leak,” the Lord corrected, “that’s a tear!” “What’s the tear for?” the angel asked. The Lord said, “The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her pain, her disappointment, her love, her loneliness, her grief and her pride.”

The angel was impressed. “You are a genius, Lord. You have thought of everything! Woman is truly amazing.”

And she is! Women have strengths that amaze men. They bear hardships and they carry burdens, but they hold happiness, love and joy. They smile when they want to scream. They sing when they want to cry. They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous. They fight for what they believe in. They stand up to injustice. They don’t take “no” for an answer when they believe there is a better solution. They go without so their family can have. They go to the doctor with a frightened friend. They love unconditionally. They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards. They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wedding. Their hearts break when a friend dies. They grieve at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left. They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart. Women come in all shapes, sizes and colours. They’ll drive, fly, walk, run or email you to show how much they care about you. The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning. They bring joy, hope and love. They have compassion and ideals. They give moral support to their family and friends. Women have vital things to say and everything to give.

HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN, IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.

I’m sure we all have family and friends who need reminding just how amazing they are, so pass this on to them to show them that they are indeed *WOMEN OF WORTH* …. a true Eshet Chayil.

~~~ooOoo~~~


Mummy and Daddy and Boaz and No.2

Where does the time go? Tempus fugit, as the Romans used to say. Another week gone and once again Shabbat Shalom to my fellow Jewish bloggers and a wonderful and happy weekend to everybody in blogdom.

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lotsa luv, hugs & xxxxx’s ……… ann

JUST BECAUSE

Posted on: 15 March 2006

16 March 2006 ~ UPDATE: This wonderful wallpaper is the brilliant creativity of Brandy …. thank you sweetheart.

I love this wallpaper. Thank you to whoever created it. I apologise, I don’t know who to credit with this or where I found it, but I make no secret of my enormous admiration of the great actor, and particularly this amazing character he has made his own.


I know it’s not Friday, but I couldn’t resist as Bridgitte sent me these last night. I can’t believe this little nosh is only 13 months old and only 25 days to go and we’ll all be there again.



Hot off the press. The latest nonsense going on at http://mrsbgoren.blogspot.com





My dear father-in-law who passed away today. These pictures were taken when the children came here last October, at the time my own dear father died. Sadly my father didn’t get the chance to meet Boaz. However, my dear FIL who was a lovely man, was clearly enchanted by him and it looks as if the feeling was mutual.




Once you have lived a moment at the Wall, you never go away.
Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel

I would like to post a story related by Golda Meir. She was Israel’s Foreign Minister 1956-1966 and Israel’s third Prime Minister 1969-1974

“One evening… I went to the Western Wall. I had grown up in a Jewish home, a good traditional Jewish home, but I wasn’t at all pious, and the truth is that I went to the Wall without much emotion, just as something that I knew I ought to do. Then, all of a sudden, at the end of those narrow, winding alleys in the Old City, I saw it. The Wall itself looked much smaller than it does today, after all the excavations. But, for the first time I saw the Jews, men and women praying and weeping before it and putting kvitlach, their scribbled petitions to the Almighty, into its crannies. So this was what was left of a past glory, I thought… all that has remained of Solomon’s Temple. And in those orthodox Jews with their notes, I saw a nation’s refusal to accept that only these stones were left to it and an expression of confidence in what was to come in the future. I left the Wall changed in feeling, uplifted is perhaps the word.

In 1971 I was awarded the Freedom of Jerusalem – probably the greatest tribute ever paid to me – and at that ceremony I told of yet another memorable visit I had made to the Wall, this time in 1967, after the Six Day War. For 19 years from 1948 – 1967 we were banned from going to the Old City or praying at our most holy site, the Wall. On the third day of that war, 7th June 1967, Israel was electrified by the news that our soldiers had liberated the Old City and that it was open to us again. I had to fly to the United States three days later, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave Israel without going to the Wall again. That Friday morning….. I received permission to go to the Wall, despite the fact that I wasn’t in the government then, but just an ordinary citizen like any other.

I went to the Wall together with some soldiers. There in front of it stood a plain wooden table with sub-machine guns on it. Uniformed paratroopers wrapped in prayer shawls clung so tightly to the Wall that it seemed impossible to separate them from it. They and the Wall were one. Only a few hours earlier, they had fought furiously for the liberation of Jerusalem and had seen their comrades fall for its sake. Now, standing before the Wall, they wrapped themselves in prayer shawls and wept, and I, too, took a sheet of paper, wrote the word “shalom” (peace) on it and pushed it into a cranny of the Wall as I had seen others do so long ago. As I stood there one of the soldiers (I doubt that he knew who I was) suddenly put his arms around me, laid his head on my shoulder, and we cried together. I suppose he needed the release and the comfort of an old woman’s warmth, and for me it was one of the most moving moments of my life.”

~~~ooOoo~~~

On every trip I take to Israel, I try to visit the Wall. Of course because of that little fella above, these trips are more and more frequent. I try to imagine how it would have been to walk those winding alley ways in the days of the Temple. I like to recite a few psalms and to place kvitlach, a request, a petition to the Almighty in the cracks. I placed a special note there in January and I look forward to having the chance to do so again very very soon.

With all my love and best wishes to you all for a wonderful weekend and Shabbat Shalom.


the loves of my life

at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet ~~~ plato

thank you…

... to everyone whose pictures and videos I have borrowed; if anyone would like theirs to be removed, please tell me and I shall be happy to do so

all words here are mine ~ I’ll tell you when they’re not!

from long ago

in case I forget what day of the week it is

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