Thursday, January 27, 2011

a new time for America?

The State of the Union address, two nights ago, seemed to be somewhat different than what I recall in recent years: rather than the chief executive slinging defensive, partisan barbs, promises and views at the "others" across the proverbial aisle - it seemed a much more positive, even conciliatory event. Due in great part (unfortunately) to the tragic incident in Tucson earlier this month, many delegates chose to sit with their other-party counterparts, maybe even weaving a stronger fabric of American leadership in that gesture alone. Rather than the hurrahs, boos, cheers and cat-calls, there was a greater measure of respectful listening to what the President had to offer.
It is about time that all of us, no matter what party affiliation or political perspective, realize that when we come together as a nation, we have a much better chance to overcome our challenges, and even more so to live up toward the American promise of creativity, innovation, and success in every endeavor. May it yet be...

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Don’t let it be forgot, that once there was a spot ...


“In the long history of the world, only a few generations have been granted the role of defending freedom in its hours of maximum danger. I do not shrink from this responsibility, I welcome it.”

So said John F. Kennedy, 50 years ago today, upon his inauguration as the 35th President of the United States. It has been a half century since the beginning of Kennedy's Camelot, the 1000 day presidency that symbolized the post-war hope for idyllic happiness - framed by youthful optimism and zeal for social justice. Growing up outside Boston, in JFK's political backyard, his impact and legacy were venerated even in the early years following the assassination. I truly believe that my parents (liberal New York Jews who had transplanted to Massachusetts when I was very young) saw themselves as products of the Kennedy era. This fit so nicely with the spirit of brotherhood, activism, civil rights, and global concern that was expressed, especially in Reform Judaism, at the time. And as a school kid, I recall clearly studying JFK's words and deeds (well, at least those that painted a heroic portrait of the dashing young president). "PT 109" or "Profiles in Courage" were a usual choice for book reports among my classmates.
And of course, we learned the awe of his being the youngest man ever elected president, at age 43. I too was born in May (me on the 6th, JFK on the 29th), which now puts me literally within days of being exactly the same age on this day as he was when he took the oath of office (OK - that's perhaps the most difficult element of this anniversary for me to comprehend).
Still, the words that rang out on that occasion resonate to this day. Whatever your politics, however long your memory, whether you recall instantly where you were when you heard the news of the assassination or weren't yet born - give yourself a gift: read the speech given that day, consider the words, and share in the promise of a better tomorrow.

Vice President Johnson, Mr. Speaker, Mr. Chief Justice, President Eisenhower, Vice President Nixon, President Truman, reverend clergy, fellow citizens:

We observe today not a victory of party, but a celebration of freedom -- symbolizing an end, as well as a beginning -- signifying renewal, as well as change. For I have sworn before you and Almighty God the same solemn oath our forebears prescribed nearly a century and three-quarters ago. The world is very different now. For man holds in his mortal hands the power to abolish all forms of human poverty and all forms of human life. And yet the same revolutionary beliefs for which our forebears fought are still at issue around the globe -- the belief that the rights of man come not from the generosity of the state, but from the hand of God. We dare not forget today that we are the heirs of that first revolution. Let the word go forth from this time and place, to friend and foe alike, that the torch has been passed to a new generation of Americans -- born in this century, tempered by war, disciplined by a hard and bitter peace, proud of our ancient heritage, and unwilling to witness or permit the slow undoing of those human rights to which this nation has always been committed, and to which we are committed today at home and around the world.
Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe, to assure the survival and the success of liberty. This much we pledge -- and more.

To those old allies whose cultural and spiritual origins we share, we pledge the loyalty of faithful friends. United there is little we cannot do in a host of cooperative ventures. Divided there is little we can do -- for we dare not meet a powerful challenge at odds and split asunder. To those new states whom we welcome to the ranks of the free, we pledge our word that one form of colonial control shall not have passed away merely to be replaced by a far more iron tyranny. We shall not always expect to find them supporting our view. But we shall always hope to find them strongly supporting their own freedom -- and to remember that, in the past, those who foolishly sought power by riding the back of the tiger ended up inside. To those people in the huts and villages of half the globe struggling to break the bonds of mass misery, we pledge our best efforts to help them help themselves, for whatever period is required -- not because the Communists may be doing it, not because we seek their votes, but because it is right. If a free society cannot help the many who are poor, it cannot save the few who are rich. To our sister republics south of our border, we offer a special pledge: to convert our good words into good deeds, in a new alliance for progress, to assist free men and free governments in casting off the chains of poverty. But this peaceful revolution of hope cannot become the prey of hostile powers. Let all our neighbors know that we shall join with them to oppose aggression or subversion anywhere in the Americas. And let every other power know that this hemisphere intends to remain the master of its own house. To that world assembly of sovereign states, the United Nations, our last best hope in an age where the instruments of war have far outpaced the instruments of peace, we renew our pledge of support -- to prevent it from becoming merely a forum for invective, to strengthen its shield of the new and the weak, and to enlarge the area in which its writ may run. Finally, to those nations who would make themselves our adversary, we offer not a pledge but a request: that both sides begin anew the quest for peace, before the dark powers of destruction unleashed by science engulf all humanity in planned or accidental self-destruction.

We dare not tempt them with weakness. For only when our arms are sufficient beyond doubt can we be certain beyond doubt that they will never be employed. But neither can two great and powerful groups of nations take comfort from our present course -- both sides overburdened by the cost of modern weapons, both rightly alarmed by the steady spread of the deadly atom, yet both racing to alter that uncertain balance of terror that stays the hand of mankind's final war.

So let us begin anew -- remembering on both sides that civility is not a sign of weakness, and sincerity is always subject to proof. Let us never negotiate out of fear, but let us never fear to negotiate. Let both sides explore what problems unite us instead of belaboring those problems which divide us. Let both sides, for the first time, formulate serious and precise proposals for the inspection and control of arms, and bring the absolute power to destroy other nations under the absolute control of all nations. Let both sides seek to invoke the wonders of science instead of its terrors. Together let us explore the stars, conquer the deserts, eradicate disease, tap the ocean depths, and encourage the arts and commerce. Let both sides unite to heed, in all corners of the earth, the command of Isaiah -- to "undo the heavy burdens, and [to] let the oppressed go free." And, if a beachhead of cooperation may push back the jungle of suspicion, let both sides join in creating a new endeavor -- not a new balance of power, but a new world of law -- where the strong are just, and the weak secure, and the peace preserved.

All this will not be finished in the first one hundred days. Nor will it be finished in the first one thousand days; nor in the life of this Administration; nor even perhaps in our lifetime on this planet. But let us begin. In your hands, my fellow citizens, more than mine, will rest the final success or failure of our course. Since this country was founded, each generation of Americans has been summoned to give testimony to its national loyalty. The graves of young Americans who answered the call to service surround the globe. Now the trumpet summons us again -- not as a call to bear arms, though arms we need -- not as a call to battle, though embattled we are -- but a call to bear the burden of a long twilight struggle, year in and year out, "rejoicing in hope; patient in tribulation," a struggle against the common enemies of man: tyranny, poverty, disease, and war itself. Can we forge against these enemies a grand and global alliance, North and South, East and West, that can assure a more fruitful life for all mankind? Will you join in that historic effort?


In the long history of the world, only a few generations have been granted the role of defending freedom in its hour of maximum danger. I do not shrink from this responsibility -- I welcome it. I do not believe that any of us would exchange places with any other people or any other generation. The energy, the faith, the devotion which we bring to this endeavor will light our country and all who serve it. And the glow from that fire can truly light the world. And so, my fellow Americans, ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country. My fellow citizens of the world, ask not what America will do for you, but what together we can do for the freedom of man. Finally, whether you are citizens of America or citizens of the world, ask of us here the same high standards of strength and sacrifice which we ask of you. With a good conscience our only sure reward, with history the final judge of our deeds, let us go forth to lead the land we love, asking His blessing and His help, but knowing that here on earth God's work must truly be our own.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

2011 wish list

OK - 2011 is well under way....we've all gotten over the New Year's celebrations, and are ready to go....

So what are YOUR hopes, desires, wishes for this year? Beyond "resolutions" (which so often fade by January 20th or so), what do you really want to accomplish, do, or even try in this calendar year - professionally? personally? secretly? deeply?

Now, like any time, is a great time to consider what is your game plan for the future. Whatever it is, may it be fulfilling, successful, enjoyable, and worthy.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

your best

Life is made up of experiences...some good, some not so good, some absolutely beyond imagination....

2010 has provided a great amount of inspiration for ideas, innovations and experiences.

I'm curious: what's been your BEST experiences of 2010? Don't be shy - go ahead and share....inquiring minds want to know!

Happy New Year - wishing you all best for 2011.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Miles, a tribute (April 1991 - December 21, 2010


It was a pretty hot day – somewhere in the mid 80’s. I remember clearly because the air conditioner in car (our trusty 1989 Chevy Spectrum) never worked well, and we were all feeling it on the way home. There they were, in the back, panting. Two little kittens we had just acquired, cute and fuzzy and small enough each to fit in the palm of a hand. The black one – with white nose, muzzle and paws – had already demonstrated his precocious personality. He let out a little yelp that was all attitude. I said “that’s it, his name is Miles” (after my favorite jazz man with attitude). For good measure, we named the other one, female, Ella.

This was May 28, 1991, a day before Deb’s birthday. We had decided, upon moving in together, to get a cat. And now we were going home “as a family.” The kitties, who came to dominate our lives in so many ways, were the first birthday gift I ever bought for my not-yet spouse. Our lives have been enriched in so many ways over the years – making us chuckle every time we think of the original receipt: $5.99 (no tax on livestock).

Miles and Ella were with us through grad school, ordination, and finding our first jobs. They moved with us from Cincinnati to L.I. to Westchester to NJ and then South Bend. The cats were the first to welcome home our children (there’s a great picture of Miles in the borrowed bassinet we set up for Benjamin; the cat slept in it before the baby). How they climbed up and jumped off the walls while playing. Playing ring-toss with the plastic rings from a milk bottle…Miles swatting down a bat (yes, a bat) in the middle of one summer night…Ella rolling around upside down and squawking for attention…their love of raw veggies (!) rather than chicken parts…They were always entertaining, and a source of concern. As any pet lover knows, they became integral parts of the family.

Nothing lasts forever – even beloved pets. Ella died a little more than 5 years ago, just as we were looking to move from NJ. It was difficult, as she suffered from disease, and had been with us 14 years. And yet, the kids were younger, and easily more adaptable to (and perhaps less cognizant of) this change.

We just figured Miles would go on and on. He was never fazed by anything, and remained very healthy even as he aged. He too was affected by kidney problems, which often happens in older cats. However, in the few years since his sister’s demise, treatment had advanced quite a bit. As a matter of fact, the first thing we did to address his condition was feed him chicken soup. No kidding. The vet said “you need to maintain his intake of liquid and protein, so I want you to give him chicken soup.” “Really?” I muttered quizzically. “Yes”, doc said, “you’re Jewish, you get it, give him soup.”

For several months, the addition of chicken soup alone buoyed his strength and slowed the progress of disease. And of course, eventually, we had to engage other treatments and medications, until finally, yesterday, the time had come. Miles was no longer responding to meds, getting progressively weaker. Not wanting him to suffer, or go through any real physical crisis – it was clearly time to let go, say goodbye. Easily the most gut-wrenching decision we’ve ever had to make. Some times doing the right thing still hurts.

So now as a family, we mourn Miles’ loss. I know over time we will only look back with fondness, love and deep appreciation to his role in our lives: nineteen years and eight months of blessing.

Monday, December 20, 2010

Best of 2010 - your choices

2010 is coming to an end. I'd love to know what have been your best experiences of the year:

Favorite book you've read?

Best meal you've had?

Most enjoyable music you've heard?

Coolest day trip/outing you've taken?

Most unexpected fun you've had?

Let me know, and we can share our good times into the New Year ahead...

Monday, December 13, 2010

Safe place


"There is nothing more whole than a broken heart." This statement by Menachem Mendel of Kotzker (the Hasidic master known as the Kotzker Rebbe) expresses a profound understanding of the human condition, and the range of experiences and emotions that go into framing our lives. Often, we are prompted to ignore (or "overcome") life's difficulties - yet they too are part of what make us who we are. Not that we should "like" or "appreciate" the garbage that comes our way; we do have the capacity to embrace and manage the tough stuff we face. This does not make us weaker: rather, acknowledging - and working to manage - our challenges (illness, stress, career, family, whatever they are) allows us more fully to grow toward our potential, and live with meaning. And - we all need some way to address our broken hearts. This past weekend, I was privileged to conduct such a conversation with those attending our Shabbat morning service. Some shared their personal perspectives, looking back on the most challenging episodes they've endured, having come to see that navigating roadblocks along the path of life is part of a sacred journey. The group discussed how - even though our individual circumstances differ - we all share the "same broken-ness." There was a powerful connectedness felt through the room. And afterward, one participant took me aside, saying "thank you for making this a safe place where we can talk about what's really important." One of the most simple, most touching comments I've ever heard. What's your "safe place"? How do you embrace, address and flourish beyond the challenges you face? What helps make your broken heart whole?