My husband was wandering around Yerushalayim (Jerusalem) today, looking for a certain street, and he met up with some yeshivah bochurim (students) who helped him find his way.
I have long observed an interesting phenomenon which my Shabbos guests, who are such wonderfully giving people, further drove home for me yesterday. I have seen fantastically wealthy people who dole out dollar-store gifts with all the joy of suffering a root canal. And then there are those people with very little money in the bank who are just so generous, they're falling all over themselves giving to others.
Nestled amongst the glowing bottles of canola oil in the supermarket today was a member of a genus that I find quite...horrifying. It starts with a "C", although its nickname begins with "R" and it rhymes (more handily if you're spelling its slang name) with the word "coach". Dead. Not something I want to reach over as I select my canola oil.
As a confirmed and registered member of the female species, I do feel significant shame and guilt in making the following confession, but honesty and weary contempt compel me to do so at great risk to my self-esteem: I hate shopping. Yes--hate. I know, it's a big, bad word, and it would be better to temper it with something less, well, hateful, like "dislike", "don't really like" or "prefer not to", but I will stick with my original sentiment. For me, shopping is second only to doing algebra. Okay, maybe not that bad.
Having read this week's parshah (Torah portion) about the tragic slander spoken by the Spies about the Land of Israel, I felt compelled to post about how much I LOVE living here. As in L-O-V-E. Having made aliyah from the States, where we lived in a four-floor house with two cars (now that I've falsely conjured up images of luxury, let me just date the cars as '88 and '92; as for the house...no comment!) I will be the first to say that life here is not as easy as it is in America. But what you get here in terms of emotional and spiritual fulfilment is unmatched anywhere else in the world.
Check out a cute, little piece on Aish.com:
This is a real, actual, unedited conversation overheard on the bus. I will give you my take on it at the end, allowing you to swish it around in your mental wine glass and savor the aromas for yourself first.
About Riva Pomerantz
I'm a freelance writer, widely published in several magazines including the internationally-distributed Ami Magazine and Mishpacha Jewish Family Weekly. Riva's work also appears on the award-winning website www.aish.com, amongst others. You can buy my books here.