Beit Roga

As I sit here contemplating the sadness of the Fast of the Ninth of Av, the day that both Temples were destroyed, a thought comes up about Presence. On a daily basis, we may feel G-d’s Presence around us. We see it in the smile of our child, in the miracles that unfold in our day-to-day life, in our hardships, and in our greatest joy. We may feel Divine Intervention when we meet up with someone who happens to have the opportunity we have been waiting for. We may feel G-d’s de

Meet my flower. This flower grew out of our porch tiles, and we woke up one morning to her bright face popping up to say hello. And I contemplated how this flower got here. We have hanging pots on our porch.Last year, this flower was growing in these pots. Then the flower dropped its seeds. A seed nestled in the space between the tiles. And hunkered down. Torrents of rain have fallen. High winds have blown by. Cats and children and birds have played there. We’ve swept! And st

So, last week’s blog was all about life lessons learned from trauma. Go home and love you family; Be present. This week, more lessons burgeoned as getting cut with a shard of glass resulted with me on the couch for 2 weeks with 4 stitches in the arch of my foot. With all the kids home, hubby at work, and our basement being cleaned out for construction. Hmmm. How was I going to navigate this one? Well, at first, I was all gung ho – mommy day camp just got simplified. No need t

I have never done this before, but there is just so much to say today, so I am putting out a double blog. Some of you have been following my heart this week as I poured out me feelings over Facebook. (Check out my timeline, or follow some of the posts that I shared on my Beit Roga page: facebook.com/beitroga) And I spoke in the previous blog (Bleeding Hearts) about lessons learned, as I believe there is always a lesson to be learned from all trials in life. And so, here goes;

As many of you know, this has been a very difficult and trying week for me, my family, my community, and my country. Last Sunday, I was writing to you from breezy Jerusalem, to where I had “escaped” for 25 hours of ME time, no time constrictions, no responsibilities - except to enjoy myself and chill out. I returned home, spent some time with my kids, gave the last in the Self Relaxation Course series to a private group of women, and prepared for bed. And then…I was on the ph