So, As A Jewish Club Board Member At My College , I Was Tasked With Making A Sukkot Meal Flyer But The

I’m logging off all socials for tomorrow, so I just want to say to my fellow Jews:

I hope you are safe. I hope you are hugged. I hope nothing bad reaches you.

Please take care of yourselves. Not only in physical safety, but mentally too. If social media becomes too much, allow yourself to log off. Try to do something you like - I know it may come with a sense of guilt but I’ve found it helps while grieving.

Feel all you need to feel. Cry all you need to cry - and if that means not crying at all, that’s ok, too.

No October 7th will ever be the same for any of us. This is the first anniversary, hopefully the next one will be a little more bearable. עם ישראל חי

Shana Tova! Today is the first day of Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish near year. May it bring the best for everyone!

you know how sometimes you go through the roughest moment in your whole entire life and then you look up and it's like. oh. the moon is still there

born to say congra-jew-lations, forced to say mazel tov

Well you should’ve named yourself something else then

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Every day I think about how I opened up to a friend about a threat that was sent to my synagogue, and her initial response was confusion, followed by a statement that whoever sent the threat should know that “Judaism is not the same as zionism.”

I’ve never felt more scared realizing that people I know and work with could rationalize threats of attacks at local American synagogues if the synagogue was ✨Zionist✨

And I think about it all the time, because that was supposed to be a statement of comfort in her mind. With the implication was that I was a good, non Zionist conversion student and had nothing to worry about.

It’s not that people can be grossly antisemitic. Their intention and values were just aimed at the wrong place?? 🤨🙄

I know this isn’t a new line of thinking. But it was jarring to hear it said to my face.

Jewishly anthropomorphizing and pitying the final candle on the chanukiah. It's not one of those that goes over and over, that lights up the songs every night, that sees every present and hears every giggle, kids taking turns on alternating nights, its base caked with islands of melted wax. It is left for the very very end and only goes once per year. And maybe by then, people are a bit worn out on dreidels and latkes and gelt and so the last candle never even meets some of its seasonal friends. It's okay, baby, you finally get your turn, we wouldn't forget you. Next year it will be different. Next year you'll meet them too.

It's the exact opposite of Tekiah Gedolah - which also only happens once but is unambiguously the star, the main attraction, all the oodles of Tekiahs seen as warm-ups by comparison for their gigantic grand finale elder brother, everybody's favorite and no one even pretends to hide it. I admire the Tekiahs for sticking to their role without one note of resentment or envy - which they totally absolutely feel, but their devotion to their job is greater.

שבת שלום

shabbat shalom

have a wonderful shabbos