Planting an Israeli-Style Garden

If you’ve been to Israel, some of your favorite memories, like mine, probably center around greenery – maybe you picked oranges straight from the grove, marveled at the massive Eucalyptus forests, rested under the shade of a fig tree, planted a tree yourself, or hiked in the Golan.

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Me sitting under a fig tree, eating in a fig in one of my favorite places ever Tel Dan in Israel.

Growing plants and trees found in Israel at your own home is a gorgeous and delicious way to bring Israel home. I didn’t come up with this idea myself. My mom did. She’s creating a “little Israel” in our backyard.

Part of my mom’s garden. Yes, I’m bragging on her. Tooey tooey tooey.
You know what these awesome tomatoes will make? A delicious Israeli salad.
And her drip irrigation method – made in Israel. :)

A great place to start is with the Seven Species. Mentioned in the Torah and still growing abundantly across Israel are pomegranates, dates, olives, figs, wheat, barley and grapes. Clearly, some of these are easier to grow than others, but give it a go.

Israel is also famous for its fresh fruits and vegetables. I sometimes joke that if American veggies tasted like Israeli ones, we’d eat them for breakfast too! My mom grows veggies galore, but for beginners, I suggest starting with a fig tree. Not only is the taste divine, so is the smell! It’ll take your right back every time you go to grab a snack, plus they produce like crazy – people come with baskets to collect figs from my mom’s trees.

Baby figs on my mom's fig tree.
Baby figs on my mom’s fig tree.

Next herbs. Israel enjoys a Salad Culture, and I’m not talking about your standard house salad or Ceaser. Beet salads, eggplant salads, tomato salads and more fill the table tops of Israeli meals. Dotting these dishes are green specs. These emerald freckles are fresh herbs chopped up into teensy pieces. Apartment dwellers, this is your best bet. Cilantro, rosemary, basil and mint will look beautiful in your window box, and liven up your salads and teas.

A typical Israeli salad spread.
A typical Israeli salad spread.

Lastly, wild flowers! The beautiful calaniyot, part of the poppy family, is the national flower of Israel. In the Golan, fields of these red, wily blooms stretch as far as the eye can see. It’s really something. You can purchase Israeli wildflower seeds online and bring Israel’s national flower home.

Israel’s national flower.

I’d love to see pictures of your garden! So, play in the dirt, make an Israeli-style garden, and do your inner kibbutznik proud!

This is Srulik, the little cartoon character that represents Israel. Here he is in his Kibbutznik hat, holding a calanit flower.
This is Srulik, the little cartoon character that represents Israel. Here he is in his kibbutznik gardening hat, holding a calanit flower.
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Keep Your Eye on Tal Peleg

Israel, the start-up nation,
famous for its innovations
in medicine, agriculture and tech
now envisions a canvas above the neck

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Inspired by Disney’s “Frozen.”

Tal Peleg, a young sabra*, dreams
Of magical eyes with whimsical scenes
Her painted windows to the soul
Inspire those near & far to extol

Inspired by moms. Happy Mother's Day! And neshikot (kisses) to mine. ♥
Inspired by moms. Happy Mother’s Day!
And neshikot (kisses) to mine. ♥

A makeup lover, I must admit
I marvel at the skills in her toolkit!
Creative, imaginative, a new way to see
She brings kavod* to Israel, all will agree

A poetic interpretation of Anne Frank. Never Again.
A poetic interpretation of Anne Frank. Never Again.

Miniature masterpieces
Now take a chic peek
And keep your eyes open
She’s on a beauty streak

Gone With the Wind."Frankly, my dear, I don't eat clams..."
Gone With the Wind.
“Frankly, my dear, I won’t eat a clam…”

Featured, the ones that caused me to cheer
But she’s got many more – see them here & here

The Little Mermaid - Ariel is a popular Hebrew name meaning Lion of Gd.
The Little Mermaid.
Ariel is a popular Hebrew name meaning Lion of Gd.

*Sabra translates to a person born in Israel, a native Israeli.
*Kavod translates to respect, pride, honor.

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Blue Ombre Birthday Cake for Israel

Happy Birthday, Israel! And…happy birthday to me. I am so excited and honored that this year my birthday coincides with Yom Ha’Atzmaut, Israel’s independence day. So obviously, I made us a blue and white cake.

To Israelify this white cake, I applied a blue ombre treatment, adding food coloring to the batter so that each layer grew incrementally darker.

baking 1_joyishAs a garnish, I made Zionberries­–white chocolate covered strawberries with Israeli flags drawn on top in sparkly blue icing.

zionberry_joyishA row of blueberries at the base and blue-and-silver edible sprinkles completed the cake. Yom Huledet Sameach, Happy Birthday, Israel! You make us proud, and we’re so lucky to have you.

photo 1-2photo 2-2♥ Dedicated to Magda Esther bat Shmuel, z”l who was an incredible cook, sweeter than this cake and a true Zionist.

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Bringing Israel Home: Dorot Makes Healthy Easy & Yum

On a recent trip to my local Glatt Mart­—post-workout, fetchingly bedraggled—I ran into my friends (of course) who were also grocery shopping at 9pm for some reason.

During our mid-aisle schmooze, we checked out each other’s carts and shared our respective food staples.

My cart looked pretty LA that day, I have to admit, and it’s true that I aim for healthy and do a fair amount of cooking. But to keep things from getting boring, I spice up the ordinary with sauces. “Oh, have you tried these?” Daniella asked, walking into the frozen food section.

Dorot_JoyishOf course I had heard of Dorot frozen herbs, but sauces?

The abridged version: I tried them, I love them, I’m telling you about them. Gluten free, sugar free, raw, yes!  Plus, the way they’re packaged you can use some without the rest spoiling in your fridge. And most satisfyingly, they’re produced in Israel—at Kibbutz Dorot near Sderot, to be specific—so when you buy them you support the family and the land.

I’ve tried two flavors—so far, so delicious. I recommend. To your health!

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Holocaust Remembrance Day: A 3G Recap

Those who do not know history are doomed to repeat it. –Edmund Burke

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Yom HaShoah, Holocaust Remembrance Day inspired many strong images this year.
These especially spoke to me.

I am the grandchild of survivors. We’re called ‘3Gs,’ third-generation survivors. My grandparents’ heroic stories live on in me.

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My grandmother survived the death camps of Auschwitz & Bergen-Belsen.

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My grandfather was a partisan, that means he was part of the resistance movement. The Partisans fought back, sabotaged the Nazis, and rescued Jews. Yes, we fought back.

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Can you count to 6,000,000? It’s a big number. 6 million people. 6 million names. 6 million souls lost.

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In Israel, Yom HaShoah Memorial Candles bear the names of
victims to humanize the 6 million.
This candle is dedicated to Gerard, a student from Algeria who was killed at 8 years old.

But we’re still here. We survived.

No, forget survived…thrived. From the doorstep of death, we returned with passion. We are innovation, technology, humor, culture, philanthropy, medicine, agriculture, humanity—we are life.

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A 2-minute siren blares on Yom HaShoah in Israel. Everyone stops, no matter where they are, and stands to honor the 6 million murdered. Watch here.

I am the granddaughter of survivors. My existence is a miracle, my Joyish life a triumph.  In awe, I stand on the shoulders of giants.

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Lazlo and Magda Mittelman, my grandparents, my heroes.

If you are a Jew today, congratulations, you beat the odds.

We survived to deliver the promise, Never Again.

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March of this year marked 70 years since the accelerated extermination of Hungarian Jews like my family in 1944, spearheaded by Adolf Eichmann. In this “March of the Living,” 12,000 people from numerous countries walked from Auschwitz to Birkenau dressed in blue rain jackets and Israeli flags.

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3 Holidays Tell A Love Story

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“The Ultimate Sacrifice” by Meetal, my favorite artist.

First Yom HaShoah, Holocaust Remembrance Day.
Next Yom HaZikaron, Israel’s Memorial Day.
Then Yom HaAtzmaut, Israel’s Independence Day.

The order and proximity of these events to one another isn’t just stam, per chance or random. One informs the next, showing us the dark so that we can see light.

Yom HaShoah, celebrated today, memorializes the Holocaust, one of the most horrific expressions of human cruelty in the history of mankind where 6 million Jews were systematically murdered, eradicating 2/3 of European Jewry.

Anti-Semitism, the irrational hatred of Jews, persists as a bloody stain on the consciousness of humanity. While the Holocaust is the most dramatic example of this hostility in modern history—pogroms, crusades, inquisitions, massacres, and expulsions targeting Jews existed for centuries before World War II. Even now, Iran denies the Holocaust while simultaneously plotting a second one. Anti-Semitism runs rampant, unhidden and unashamed, throughout the Arab world. And European anti-Semitism plays possum, pretending to be dead only to jump up quite alive and bite, as we’ve seen in Hungary, France and the Ukraine in recent months.

Jews’ historical, moral and religious claim to the land of Israel cannot be disputed (unless one wants to contest archeological science and rewrite history, and some try). But, the atrocities of the Holocaust helped the rest of the world to “get up to speed,” and concede that the time had come for international, legal recognition of Israel as the Jewish homeland. Millenia of displacement were quite enough. Jews needed to a safe place to call home and defend themselves, because the rest of the world could not be depended upon to behave morally and save them. After all, the perpetrators of the worst attacks on Jews in history were committed by the most “enlightened” and powerful societies of their day—the Hellenists, the Romans, the Germans, etc.

Yom HaShoah, we remember the horrors of the Holocaust, the danger of the diaspora, our homeless past.

But we are a different generation. Next Year in Jerusalem is us. We have a home. But it came with—and continues to come with—a price.

Yom HaZikaron, Israel’s Memorial Day comes a week after Yom HaShoah. To Americans who live far away from the realities of war, Memorial Day means BBQs and pool parties. But Israel’s compulsory military service means every Israeli knows a fallen soldier or victim of terror. The kidnapping of IDF soldier Gilad Shalit rocked the country because he could have been anyone’s brother or son.

Freedom is not free, and Israelis understand this paradox intimately. Then, before we step on the glass and celebrate the marriage of the Jews to their beshert, Israel, we honor those who gave the ultimate sacrifice to create that precious reality.

moment of silenceOn both Yom HaShoah and Yom HaZikaron sirens blare across Israel. Everyone stops their car, stands at attention, and gives a moment of silence to honor and remember.

But then we celebrate. The day after Yom HaZikaron is Yom HaAtzmaut – Israel’s Independence Day. Solemnity shifts to joy, as the entire country takes to the streets to sing and dance.

Jewish couples marry under a wedding canopy or chuppah. A tallit, or prayer shawl, supported by poles creates this holy space. The traditional blue-and-white tallit inspired the design of the Israeli flag. How fitting then that across Israel, this flag flies, supported by poles over the heads of Jews and their beloved land.

Today we see how far we’ve come.

Yom HaShoah: We remember the 6 million victims and rebuke complacency, eyes open, lessons learned.
Yom HaZikaron: We remember those who paid the ultimate price to establish and protect our home, and ensure we are victims never again.
Yom HaAtzmaut: We celebrate the reunion of the Jewish people with their true love, Israel—the ultimate love story of a people who never gave up on their home, and the home that blossomed at its beloved’s return.

The reuniting of soulmates can take years, decades, lifetimes, or hundreds of lifetimes. We are the generation living the dream, and we are the generation charged with protecting it.

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♪ ♫ Note-able: Moshav

I wouldn’t be the first to discuss music’s power to lift and transport, but Judaism goes further, saying that music actually has the ability to transcend and elevate the ordinary to holy. That’s a mighty big claim, but I intuitively sense its truth.

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The Moshav Band exemplifies this concept for me. I love them. I have for years. Some bands you get bored with, not these guys. They sing from their souls, their melodies blend modern with ancient and inspire without preaching.  They’re just authenticity and love, they are.

From the first day I started this blog, I knew I would spotlight Moshav at some point. I have no affiliation with them—I’m just so appreciative of their work, how could I keep my mouth shut? Religious or secular, Hebrew speaking or not, great music is great music.

So, when I saw they’d launched a Kickstarter campaign to raise money for their next two albums, I figured the time had come.

Let me introduce you to these guys with my 5 favorite Moshav tunes:

    1. Higher and Higher
    2. Return Again
    3. Chicki Boom Boom
    4. Abba Shimon
    5. Eliyahu Hanavi

Narrowing it down wasn’t easy.

If you feel elevated after listening, elevate them. Being the generous one feels good. Special music like theirs isn’t everywhere.

Personally speaking, their music can change my mood. Guaranteed. If I’m in a bad mood, I feel better. If I feel disconnected, I get reconnected. And if I already feel great, my gratitude is given voice as I sing along with them. That’s mind over matter, that’s transcendence, that’s the power of music, that’s what Judaism was talking about.

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A Jewish Definition of Freedom

Image courtesy of Light Matters Studio
Image courtesy of Light Matters Studio

A contemporary definition of freedom, according to magazines and ads might be chocolate without consequences, bungee jumping, or abandoning work responsibilities for a trip to Mykonos.

If you ask the Kardashians, they would say true freedom is the ability to do whatever we want, whenever we want with whomever we want.

Pesach inspired a lot of “freedom” talk, but Judaism relates to freedom as an inside job. True freedom is the ability to choose who you will be in any situation. It’s the ability to behave differently from animals who have no choice but to react instinctively and to instead rise above impulsivity to live deliberately, consciously.

All of us have habits, beliefs and behaviors that happen automatically. Whether it’s blaming others, negative thinking, reaching for a cigarette, checking out, or procrastinating, these reactions or ways of interacting with life can feel beyond our control.

“This is the way I always do it.”
“I must be the best.”
“I must control everything and not be controlled by anything.”
“I must do it all myself.”
“I can’t help it, this is how I am.”

We put ourselves in bondage. We limit ourselves and shut ourselves off from the enormous abundance Hashem wants for us. Freedom is the ability to get out of the way and let Hashem in. It means rising above our impulses so that we are not slaves to animalistic desires, habits, impatience, the past, or fear.

This real freedom lives in the balance between initiative and partnership with Hashem. It empowers us to turn off the autopilot and steer, to lead our own lives. To choose:

“No, I won’t raise my voice.”
“Yes, I will ask for help.”
“Yes, I can change.”
“Now, I will begin.”
“I’m not alone. Hashem is my partner.”

Freedom does not only depend on external circumstances. Free is the man who is master of himself.

Watch out for the self-limiting story you or others have told you that keep you a slave. Freedom starts the moment you truly believe you can be free, the moment you walk into the unknown with faith, the moment you decide who you will be.

And this is holy work. It’s a great mitzvah for each of us to feel that we ourselves have personally left Egypt.

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The Untold Story of Passover

nachshon-joyish.gifNo one ever taught me the “behind the scenes” story of Passover at my Sunday school. The main theme of the Pesach tale was always freedom from slavery—as in, escaping from Pharaoh. But as explained in last week’s post, “Passover Made Personal,” relating to Pesach as a mere history lesson wastes our present day opportunity.

The energy of freedom used by our ancestors to escape slavery remains alive and available to us every year during Pesach. Leveraged properly, we can each escape our own Mitzrayims (Egypts)—aka: our own limiting beliefs and behaviors.

But perfunctory participation won’t render results. Earning the energy of freedom requires emunah, faith. Faith that once the Seder ends, we have all the strength and resources we need to realize our new selves. We learn this Passover lesson from the often-untold story of a fella named Nachshon.

See, thanks to Cecil B. DeMille, most of us imagine Moses raising his staff before the sea, and the water splitting obediently. But, that’s Hollywood magic. In truth, the hero of that part of our history was Nachshon.

The actual scene: The Israelites stood dead ended and terrified on the bank of the sea with the Egyptians hot on their tails. Doubts overwhelmed them. Maybe they couldn’t break free after all! But one among them, Nachshon had no doubts. He had emunah (faith) despite the circumstances, such emunah that he began walking straight into the water.

The water reached his knees, the others looked on. The waves lapped at his navel, he determinedly moved forward. Salt water got into his mouth, nevertheless he persisted. Only when the water passed his nostrils did the water part, allowing the Israelites to hurry through the sea and seal their free future. Nachshon’s faith in Hashem split the sea.

Once we say “Next Year in Jerusalem” at the conclusion of our Seder tonight, we too will be free. But whether or not slavery captures us again depends on our emunah. So, hold your nose and move it, friends! May we each become the hero of our own exodus story and walk forward into our lives with total emunah, forcing our seas to part, enabling miracles and forever securing our freedom. Chag Pesach Sameach!

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6 Suggestions for a more Spiritual Seder


Because my family and I live in different states, others have generously extended their Pesach tables to me over the years. In this way, I’ve gotten the chance to see lots of Seder styles. Some have been fun and fast, others dry and boring. But I can attest that meaningful Seders take the afikomen.

Elevating Ideas:

Set an Intention. At the start of the night, focus everyone on the purpose of the Seder.

Though a reminder of the past, the Seder also serves as a spiritual tool to plug us into the very same power the Israelites used to escape slavery. That mega-wattage can be accessed through the Seder, so that we can break free from our own modern-day limitations.

At some tables, everyone takes a turn sharing their focus, revealing their “pharaoh” per se, that they intend to leave behind.

Different Haggadot. Rather than have everyone use the same Haggadah, collect different ones so no two people have the same one. There are so many cool choices out there: illustrated Haggadot, kabbalistic Haggadot, children’s Haggadot, Sephardi Haggadot, Ashkenazi Haggadot, Haggadot from different synagogues, schools and rabbis! Let each person choose the one they fancy.

The main text of each Haggadah will be relatively the same, allowing round robin reading to continue. But, the footnotes, stories and tidbits will be different. Encourage each participant to share ideas s/he finds interesting. Because no two people share the same Haggadah, this is an easy way for everyone, even newbies, to contribute something unique to the Seder.

Lice, tzfardeah, action! Act out the story. Interactive, kid friendly and memorable, performing a mini-play helps everyone embody and internalize the story.

One family I know assigns roles to each person at the table. Of course, the Dad plays the pharaoh and the kids argue over (but decide in advance) who will play the heroes, Moses and Aaron. They throw on some costumes and bring the story to life through their practiced scene.

Plagues and corresponding props are assigned to everyone else at the table so that when we reach “tzfardeah!”(frogs/crocodiles) a bunch of mini-jelly frogs go flying into the air.

Gamify your Horseradish. Buy the horseradish root fresh. Cut it just before the Seder and make ‘em weep. Eating truly bitter horseradish serves an important purpose (beyond cleaning your sinuses).

Rather than swallowing as fast as possible to get it over with, try chewing and chewing the fresh stuff until the bitterness becomes sweet. Challenge yourself to stick it out. It will happen. It will. But not before smoke comes out of your ears, your neck turns bright red, and tears stream down your face! That’s ok. That’s part of it. No one said converting bitter to sweet was easy.

Bring it home. Have something specific in mind and convert your personal bitterness to sweetness. Sweat it out.

(A word to the wise: Have tissues on hand. Noses may run amuck.)

Make an Entrance: Open the door for Eliyahu, open the door to miracles. The ideal moment for prayers arrives along with Eliyahu HaNavi (Elijah the prophet). At this point in the Seder, Hashem is all ears. The gates are open to your biggest dreams! So, put it out there.

One family I know has a beautiful tradition. Each person takes a tea light and kindles it from the holiday candles. They go to the front door together and welcome Eliyahu inside with verbal greetings, “Bruchim HaBaim! Welcome!”

Then, they step outside with their tea lights and take a private moment to themselves to focus on their intention. Everyone shuts their eyes, meditates, silently talks to Hashem, and dreams under the stars. After taking this time, everyone comes back in, leaving the tea lights outside.

Packed with kavanah (intention), those 10 minutes or so add a lot.

Get into the Hebrew. Look, let’s be frank—English translations don’t cut it.

I assume I’m not the only one for whom the term “Passover” conjures up images of that creepy green “Angel of Death” smoke from The 10 Commandments that passed over the Jewish homes, sparing their first born sons. (That smoke terrified me so much as a kid that I would crawl into bed with my brother at night. Not to save him, let’s be clear. I’m the first born, you see, and…I guess I figured the Angel of Death was hip to the women’s lib movement.) How did Pesach become creepy-green-smoke-evoking Passover?
Tsk. Tsk. A poor translation.

Pesach literally means “a talking mouth.” (peh=”mouth,” sach=”is talking”) Right away, the Hebrew reflects the mitzvah of Passover which is to read the Haggadah and communicate the story ourselves.

Curiously, the word Haggadah comes from the Hebrew root higgid, which means “to tell.” We use the Haggadah to tell the story during the seder.

Seder translates to “order.”

Aha! The Hebrew itself shows us that on Pesach, we use our mouths to tell the story with the Haggadah and in so doing, we create Seder, order.

Order from what, you ask? Well, Egypt in Hebrew is Mitzrayim, which means “narrow straights, limitation.” (mi = from,” tzar= narrow/tight) There’s the answer: the Seder restores balance, order and freedom from dire straights and limitation.

Hebrew words hold secrets. Just by looking at a few key words, the holiday’s core essence begins to emerge.

Whether trying these traditions or creating your own, the only thing we should pass over during Passover are our limitations. A spiritual Seder can part the sea.

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Passover Made Personal

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Pesach: The Power to Break Free from Limitation

I’d venture to say that everyone from Martha Stewart to Target to Glamour Magazine all jumped on the annual Spring Cleaning craze thanks to us Jews. For millennia, we’ve been scrub-a-dub-dubbing around this time of year in preparation for Pesach (Passover) to completely rid our homes of every last spec of chametz (Passover unfriendly foods like bread, rice, most carbs essentially).

Still, getting the credit doesn’t convert the chore to a cinch…but, perspective does.

Zoom out: Passover gives us the opportunity to break free from our own personal Mitzrayim, the Hebrew word for Egypt. This insight hides within the word itself: Mitzrayim מצרים comes from the word m‘tzarim meaning, “narrow straits.” (mi = from,” tzar= narrow/tight).

When we left Egypt, we didn’t just leave a country—we left our limitations. Every generation is commanded to recount the story and feel they too left Mitzrayim, and this is possible because we each have a Mitzrayim to escape.

Zoom in: Whether a slave to doubt, fears, insecurity, the scale, your account balance, habits, addictions or other people’s opinions, that reality is not a sentence. The opportunity to break free exists during Pesach. That’s why we clean.

The external cleaning process facilitates an internal one. The cleaning serves as a meditation during which we take a personal inventory, identifying crumbs of old behaviors we feel reluctant to or powerless to change. (You won’t find this soul-ular exfoliating scrub at Sephora—lather up!)

Without this important cleaning process, the Passover seder could easily devolve into mere ritual! But with a personal purpose identified, the spiritual technology of the seder סדר, which literally translates to “order” can do just that: transform inner-and-outer limitation to order and light.

This awesome opportunity to exit Egypt ourselves is what we’re preparing for as we clean. By doing this work, we set ourselves up to leave our own Mitzrayim, split our own red sea, and boldly walk through it to freedom.

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4 Highlights

With all of my energy left at work, I can hardly form complete sentences. So, I’ll save the talk and instead share some of my week’s highlights in pictures:

  1. Proof that if a dog and cat grow up not knowing they are supposed to be enemies, they can become best friends.dog and cat best friends joyish
  2. BDS (the vile, anti-Israel Boycott, Divestment & Sanctions movement) failed at the University of New Mexico. Kudos to my friends at StandWithUs for helping to make it happen. The truth will out.

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    Meet Srulik. This lil’ fella symbolized Israel in an Israeli cartoon for decades. Originally drawn after the 6-day War, this illustration is appropriate again this week.
  3. Spoiled and grateful. My boss gifted me with something she knew I’d love just to say thanks, AND a friend sent me tasty treats at work to encourage me to keep going with the blog, AND many of you commented on my last post online and privately to me. I feel the love, thank you. Bottom line: my people rock. henribendel_joyish_bendelgirl_kindawesome
  4. Epic Israel as experienced vicariously through my friend’s pictures. Takes you right back, doesn’t it? No filters here.
  5. Special thanks to Light Matters Studio for these stunning photos.
    Special thanks to Light Matters Studio for these stunning photos.

TGIF everyone. I hope as you look back on your week, beautiful pictures come to mind. Wishing you a Shabbat Shalom…a peaceful day of rest, food, connection and schmoozing! The best.

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