Passover - four more things: Benji Elson's Omer class; new poem; Haggadah News, hyssop (you can use oregano)

[David Seidenberg]

You are invited to join Rabbi and Psychotherapist Benji Elson for the second cohort of The Dance of the Omer Course 2024 to bring some new light into your life! 

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The Dance of the Omer Course is an immersive and transformative 8-week Sefirat Haomer Journey into the Kabbalistic Sefirot & their guiding power.

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Sundays, April 21st - June 9th
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Hyssop and its substitutes; another poem

Haggadah of the Inner Seder has been updated for this year -- use it as a leader's guide or a study guide to understand the deep structure for the seder. Includes questions and discussion related to this year's events. http://neohasid.org/zman/pesach/InnerSeder/ Hyssop at the seder? If you can't find hyssop, you can represent it with sprigs of oregano or thyme, which are close relatives and which are also sometimes used in za'atar. Also here's the link again to "Put hyssop on your seder plate" (TOI). https://blogs.timesofisrael.com/hyssop-on-your-seder-plate/ Another poem for this Pesach. What to know before reading: 1) Yoreh can mean, teaches, shoots, or early rains. 2) Yoreh yoreh Yadin yadin is what appears on rabbinic ordination certificates, empowering the person to teach and to judge. "Yoreh u-Malqosh u-Vokheh (Trigger warning)"    Yoreh, that’s the early rain, fall’s rain, hitting dry ground like arrows — drops that strike, percuss — we answer those strikes, planting sprigs like bullets they pierce earth, but spaced evenly, like a little geometric prayer: may these shoots pricking the soil strike root and thrive             yoreh yoreh, shooting up shooting up   Yoreh, that rain we prayed for. But before we could pray, bullets. Bullets that sprayed, sprigged the people,             hearts pierced, pelvises shattered   Yoreh yoreh, they shoot, we shoot   So it goes. Missiles drumming concrete, artillery shells collapsing shells of buildings (did you know you can’t accurately aim artillery shells?) Concrete pounds everything where it falls — flesh and other relics of life, whole clans,              wiped out, from a single strike, exterminated ever after from the rolls of the living   An IDF soldier, they say, shoots and cries, yoreh uvokheh, Look, see — he is mourning the life of each fallen enemy or at least mourning that he had to do the killing. Well, maybe not, we have seen, it doesn’t always work that way IRL   Will we ever get that late rain called malqosh, the one that dances the loamy ground? Sweetening already sweetened soil, or bringing home every captive? And then  ending winter, folding into dew? Ana Hashem, please… But the soil, still bitter, maror has taken over a garden ordained for dying, to receive so many bloods consecrated like the priest, who afterword goes around  sprinkling purifying blood             everywhere   Yoreh, he will teach, the priest will teach us, the rabbi will teach us, to separate life from death, clean from corrupt, uplifted from fallen   Yoreh Yoreh, he will teach, he will teach Yadin Yadin, He will judge, He will judge