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Elul Musing

8/29/2014

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As we stepped outside to load our cars with boxes and bags to ferry over to our new home (yes, we are moving this weekend, to our very own condo in El Sobrante), we were greeted by the golden sliver of almost-new moon hanging over the Bay. "Looks like a shofar, doesn't it," Burt said. Not really, I thought. It looks like a slice of dream, a thin golden promise, a cosmic smile lolling on its side, a gleam of hope. Ah, this is the month when the King is in the field and the Queen, radiant, presides in the night sky.

So I offer up on the altar of humility my korban for this month of Elul—my impatience, which is underlain, I’m seeing, by a subtle, destructive sense of entitlement. Sometimes there's a burning in my body when I'm forced to wait for something or someone, and I can hardly contain the urge to break away, run from the offending dullard or slowpoke or unmoving queue. I’ll lash out or speak sarcastically or simply mutter under my breath.

Rabbi Mitch Chefitz has a piece in the wonderful anthology on Jewish spiritual guidance, Seeking and Soaring, called "Entitlement, Miracles, and Blessings," which speaks to the core of my teshuvah work this year. I’m beginning to recognize those oh-so-subtle tangles of entitlement that choke me with resentment, which flares easily into anger. Entitlements like, "I deserve a partner who doesn't leave dirty dishes in the sink," or "I deserve to be instantly understood without saying what I want or need."

It is delicate surgery, peeling back these layers of feeling that I have a right to this or that privilege or treatment or material item or benefit, especially since many years of undervaluing myself, as many women do, have made it hard to believe that I deserve anything. This, of course, makes me angry and feisty and sometimes hard-hearted or sad. Shining the light of awareness on these subtle but influential wisps of entitlement feels like the shifting of my soul's tectonic plates. And still, equanimity so often eludes me, and I burst out, almost involuntarily—directed most frequently at my beloved one(s).

The work is cut out for us, isn't it? And fortunately, so is the loving Presence that can handle it all, the Earth that drinks up our sourness and doesn't even pucker, the King in the field, and that golden filament of hope, hanging like a new friendship in the starry sky.

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Cheryl
8/29/2014 10:53:01 pm

As always, a thoughtful reflection, heshbon hanefesh that is universal expressed in the particular that breathes beauty into the world. May the move bring many new views, blessings, and creations of the mind heart and soul and liver!

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Zoe link
1/1/2021 08:57:29 am

Thannk you for being you

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    Rabbi Diane Elliot  resides in the hills of El Sobrante, California, an East Bay suburb of San Francisco whose name means "leftovers," but might also be translated "more than enough" or "abundance." She enjoys the peace of its softly contoured hills, the sunlight filtered through the small grove of redwoods on the hillside next to her  home, and the dazzling, ever-changing beauty of the sky. 

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