Feedback

As defined by Merriam-Webster, “the transmission of evaluative or corrective information about an action, event, or process to the original or controlling source, alsothe information so transmitted.”

Feedback is a necessary component of growth, and therein resides the rub…growth can be painful or uncomfortable. A seed pushing forth beyond the soil, rising towards the sun, cares not for the speed at which it travels, but rather it continues to reach beyond what it could be capable of. Cue the theme song from the second movie in the franchise that is FROZEN, “Into the Unknown!” Does anyone else hear Idina Menzel’s voice singing now? You’re welcome, but I digress.

Feedback exists whether we appreciate it or not. The fact of the matter is this, we live as human beings within societies. Each of us plays a role within that community with a particular job, role within a home, or a family. The thing is we garner feedback as we tread through this life based upon the encounters we have with others.

If I had listened to all the feedback I received over my four decades here on Earth, I would surmise that I am too much of this or not enough for any person or area in life. The long and short of it is, unless you can magically transform into a type of seasoning that everyone utilizes on their food, take the Trader Joe’s “everything but the bagel” seasoning. It’s just not going to work. “Life’s too short to sweat the small stuff, kid,” my father would constantly say to me while growing up. If I had listened to others, I would have only laughed when I read the condensed version of the feedback on that list.

Feedback can be quite subjective to the owner of the thought itself. Consider the source, which I often found myself saying in my early adulthood. I harkened back to this while I spent twelve years in public education. If one considers the source, the root of an ideology, then perhaps one can utilize their own powers of deductive reasoning or, insert audible gasp, critical thinking skills that are all too often lacking in this current day and age of snapshot glances in time, and pundit professors on the palm ridden land of Tik-Tok university. There I go again, I digress.

If one can make a discernible source-credited reasonable statement regarding feedback for an individual, party, or country, then thankfully, living within a democratic society, they can openly share their critique, nay feedback.

What a gift.

What a blessing.

To say what one thinks.

To criticize.

To provide feedback.

The struggle that lies within discomfort is, in turn, a test, my friends. If you can continue to hold your roots, to continue to grow despite the resistance that the sky throws your way, there is the opportunity to see another day when you will surely bloom and grow. It is always a powerful stronghold to receive the flurries of feedback, opinions, and hate-spewed commentaries and continue to shine regardless.

See the truth behind the gray filled skies.

Light always has the power to pierce the darkness, even a single ray. Seek the light.

Seek humanity.

Fear not the feedback that dwells beneath the surface because if one’s roots are well planted, a weather shifting will not remove the plant.

Feedback is just that, information.

Seek the source, or, as the kids say, ask for receipts. Take courage and be kind, but face the light and continue to grow.

Wave upon the sand

Starting with 2015 and continuing for almost a decade now, the ocean’s waves have become an analogy for my life’s seasons. Everything comes and goes.

I see Debbie and I holding hands in Hong Kong, walking down the sidewalk laughing.

The sound of the waves lapping at mine and my nephew’s toes as we spread her ashes in the ocean.

The coming and going of the tide.

Holding my firstborn’s tiny hand while he slept.

My eyes watching for the rise and fall of his breathing. The reassurance that he would come and go in each moment right before me.

The ocean waves playing through the sound machine beckoning us to sleep.

My first and second born holding hands and taking their first steps together.

Brothers.

Hand in hand.

Together.

Walking towards the ocean.

Turning around and looking back and laughing.

The push and pull of time.

The needs, the fulfillment and the letting go.

“How do you pin a wave upon the sand?” said Mother Abbess.

Their tiny foot falls echo in my mind even in an empty house this morning.

There were no tears shed this morning from either parent or babe. The ultimate gift as a parent is a silent one.

The brave confidence in seeing your child know themselves.

Seeing them stand true and proud.

Seeing them confident in their own autonomy.

Seeing them communicate for themselves.

Seeing them advocate for their own needs.

A whole human.

A single world held in this tiny body.

All the work.

All the time.

All the practice.

All our play time.

All the love.

Watching the wave slide away and become a part of a vast ocean.

Finding it’s way.

My feet are still on the beach.

The imprint of the little toes standing next to mine.

The imprint of a hand upon the heart.

He waved and signed, “I love you!”

Okay, maybe there are some tears now.

Churning waves

I have been at a loss for words over the last almost eight months.

Gulp.

There aren’t enough words in the English language to convey the amount of horror I have seen displayed across the world wide web, and in communities far and wide. The first few days after October seventh I felt like I was living in a stunned silence. I had been talking about the rise of antisemitism in small circles, and by and large through my blog for years, but since that October day, I find myself fully changed.

I had felt a resurgence of my ethnoreligious identity since late 2015. I full reconnected to practicing it in 2016 leaning into my faith to walk through life with multiple griefs for both my sister and my pregnancy losses. Here’s the thing, faith is personal, so is religion, but further more, it is also universal. To be a human on this planet, is to walk with faith whether it is in oneself, in a higher entity or with the calling within the natural world. The universality of humanity was something I had always leaned into. After October seventh, and the subsequent months since then, my humanity has been unwavering, but the churning whirlpools of my fellow humans severely concern me.

There have been days and weeks when I shut out the world—a privilege that I have, yes, and I go about my life with my family and friends. However, I want to say that in the back of my mind, I constantly feel in a state of hypervigilance.

Where would we run to?

What would we do?

What did my kindergartener talk about with friends today?
How do I lean into joy right here and right now?

Maintaining presence, be present Rachel, focus right here. Right now.

When will the hostages be released?
Did I read, “The Times of Israel?” today?

Refocus, Rachel, right here, right now, what can I do?

Mitzvot.

What actions can we channel today to pour more light into the world?

The clouds gather daily, but they dissipate when I focus on the light. The whirlpool of doubts are powerful none the less, but I have learned how to acknowledge the presence of them, and step aside to let them pass. Finding a way to seek a balance of information, pride in who I am, who my people are, and where I come from in the age of disinformation feeling like I am a part of a chronic act of tossing balls into the air and juggling.

Then I am reminded of something imperative.

Heineini.

I am here.

What a gift.

I am here for a reason.

I see my children before me.

I see the light reflected in their eyes.

What a gift.

What gratitude floods out from my heart.

May it be so that all of our hostages be released, now.

That all suffering worldwide be ended and hatred be put to rest.

The utopic principles of my heart are restitched whenever I see a reflection of light poured out from one hand reached out for another.

“Want to play with me?” I hear his little voice rise above the waves in my head.

Long quiet pause.

“That’s okay, I’ll be over here if you do.”

Watching his tiny and bold figure move to the other side of the sandbox.

Such acceptance and grace in such a tiny person.

What a mensch.

Humanity restored momentarily.

HaTikvah

With the abundance of spring in the Northern Hemisphere I draw my gaze back towards hope. I never lost it, but much like the unfurling of the buds on a tree, my spirit hearkens back to the fundaments of the hope I feel when I pay attention to what is around me. The physical world reminds me to truly see what is in front of me, what I can touch, smell, and taste every day. If I pay attention to what is around me, then I immerse myself within it.

What I have found blooming in these observations, is hope. Everything in life can be taken from you in an instant except for hope. Hope comes from the spiritual realm to believe in something so deeply that you know an outcome of love will come forth. Now, hope does not push for a narrative of toxic positivity, it just remains calm and steady amidst the waves that crash around it. Much like the storms of spring, hope comes forth like the knowledge of knowing that after the rain, the wind, the hail, the sleet, there will be a thaw, a reckoning and a calm that eases the natural world.

Tonight there is a new moon. Tomorrow a new month. In Hebrew it is called, Rosh Chodesh the celebration that the moon indeed exists. Much like the moon, we as a people continue to exist.

We are.

We are here.

We are everywhere.

A spirit.

A hope.

HaTikvah, the hope is that we are a people of hope who continue to thrive despite incredible odds. With the new moon upon us, I hope it brings forth lasting peace, a hope for much suffering to end, and for our hostages to be freed and reunited with their families.

HaTikvah.

Ladybugs and Paper Cranes

These symbols with which we draw inspiration also bring us hope.

Talking tonight with my beloved sister I was drawn to the idea of symbolism and how it is the fact that reminders help us as humans to retrain our minds. We need these reminders, these symbols to push us onto that pathway of positive thinking.

It is funny how the very essence of our every choice, and being is what propels us further each day. It is these actions of THINKING or not choosing to truly engage with our core of thought that can help or harm us.

“What is in a thought, truly?”

So many tangled webs, free flowing strands, and bits of light that shine through, can  then lead us towards a pathway abound with opportunity.

I too fall prey to the web of disarrayed thoughts. When I take the time to meditate, to focus on the symbolism I choose, and the beautiful things in life, I feel myself becoming whole once again.

Working in meditation on a daily basis, is my goal for October. Take a few minutes for yourself each day, see how you feel, see where your mind and your thoughts take you.

Sparkle on friends.

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