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Racheli's Thoughts



 Thoughts and Reflections by Racheli Muchnik, in loving memory of her brother Rabbi Ariel Rav-Noy, of blessed memory.

Where Are You?

 

Where are you Ariel?

Last night I was going through that never-ending task list, checking off what I accomplished and “bumping” to tomorrow what I didn’t get up to.  A reminder popped up on my calendar.  It read: “Connect with Ariel”.  It was a monthly reminder that I set for myself two or three years ago.  I’m not sure what exactly prompted me to set it up.  It was the realization that life goes by too fast, and Ariel is a brother I want to carve out more time to spend with. 

I’m ashamed to admit how many times I simply deleted that reminder.  Telling myself, “I’m just too busy this time”.

And where are you now, Ariel?

I’m ready to connect!  I have all the time in the world!  My task-list is totally and completely not important anymore.  The endless amount of issues waiting for me to deal with, emails to respond to, text-messages to field… none of it matters anymore.  Now I just want to spend time with you.

But where are you?   Seriouslywhere’d you go???

They tell me I can talk to you and that you can hear me.  Is that true?  Can you hear me?  Every time I try, I say the opening words and then my heart shuts down making it impossible for me to continue. 

I’m ready to spend time with you, I’m ready to slow down and connect with my brother.  But now I can’t do it in a way that I want to.  I can’t pick up the phone.  We can’t go out to lunch.  And if you had not left us, would I REALLY stop what I was doing today to have a coffee with you?  I’m embarrassed to honestly answer that question.

I am going to work on this.  I am going to try to talk to you.  Is it true that you can hear?  I wonder if you can answer in some way.  I wonder if you can respond.  I would love to hear what you would tell me right now. 

I’m crying as I write this because I miss you.  Yet I feel so bitter and upset with myself that I didn’t spend more time with you while we had you.

I know you’ll come back with the coming of Moshiach.  Yet today I am in this moment.  And at this moment you are not here physically…. yet.  In this moment I don’t know how we can communicate, and I really want to. 

I always thought of myself as someone who can be in tune and believe in higher words, in spiritual realms.  But suddenly I find myself questioning it.  Can you really hear me, Ariel? 

I know that it won’t help me to believe otherwise.  So I will believe it.  I will believe that you are right here – everywhere – and can be a part of my life. 

I won’t erase that reminder from my calendar.  When the words “Connect with Ariel” pop up – I will!  I’m not sure exactly how, but I’m working on it.  

 

 

Heavenly Names


When Rabbi Dov and I were expecting our first child, we received a memorable voice message from my grandmother, Savta Eivy ob"m.  We kept the message on our good-old answering machine for many months, replaying it often.

On the message, my Savta said, in Hebrew "I am so excited for your baby to be born!  I wanted to suggest that you consider calling him after my husband.  He was such a good man, and the baby will be very successful with that name."  She went on for a bit more about how special it would be for the child to be named for my grandfather, and then she ended the message with saying:  "and if the baby turns out to be a girl - then it makes no difference!"

Dov and I found the message to be humorous and sweet.  Her comfort in sharing what she hoped we would name the child.  And her ending words were just so....classic!  We ended up having a girl after all. 

Sometimes extended family members have hopes and ideas on what the new parents will name the newborn child.  They may secretly hope for a meaningful name, an interesting name, something exciting and creative to top off the family simcha.

Some parents spend months of pregnancy with piles of baby-naming books, trying hard to choose the perfect name.  I even have a friend who couldn’t decide on a name until weeks after her baby was born!  It's a huge decision!  We are taught that a spirit of prophecy comes to the parents upon the child's birth - on what the baby's name should be.  A name is directly connected with the soul of the child, a soul that only begins it's descent after birth.  (That's why we are encouraged to make the naming decision after birth). 

There is often an unspoken (or spoken) pressure that the parents feel from family and friends on what to name the baby.  Letting go of that pressure and focusing in on that prophecy can be a challenge at times.

With two of our children, we struggled.  We knew that we wanted to have children named for our beloved Rebbe and Rebbetzin - Rabbi Menachem Mendel and Rebbetzin Chaya Mushka Schneerson.  Yet, I struggled.  There were other family members I so much wanted to name for.  There were many exciting, interesting, and creative names I dreamed of.

Yet my inner voice said that choosing the name of our child is a once-in-a-lifetime thing - and the name will affect the child for life.  I need to make it a very pure and G-dly decision. 

I reminded myself of Chana the Prophetess, the famous Chana who was barren for many years.  Eli the High Priest found her in deep and emotional prayer in the Holy Temple.  Eli thought her to be drunk!  Chana replied with her famous words:  "I am not drunk!  I am pouring my soul before G-d!"  I have learned from the explanations of our Rebbe that she communicated with Eli that her prayer for a child and her desire for a child was not a selfish one.  It was with pure motives- to give the child to G-d. 

 Indeed, Chana followed through with her words.  When her prayers were answered, and she was blessed with a son, she nursed him until the age of three  She then brought him back to the Temple, giving him to Eli to teach him and raise him in the way of G-d.  She gave up the son she so longed for - to serve G-d's people!   He grew up to be the famous Shmuel the Prophet, leader of the Jewish Nation. 

Why do we bring children into this world? Not as our little "side-kicks", not as a cute and fun accessory.   We bring children to this world because G-d said we should.  We raise children to serve Him and beautify His world.  These children belong to Him!  The precious bundle lands in our arms only to do with him or her as He wishes.  And to direct the child in His ways.

As we raise our children, and concerns and fears pop up at every step of parenting – it helps me to remember this.  To remember that my child belongs to G-d.  He gave me the honor of holding onto him – and I am to do my best with each day I have him. 

So in choosing that name, I reminded myself that the energy and significance of the name must be one that will help the child follow this path of G-dliness and of purpose.  That the child grows up with a clear identity on why he or she is here to begin with. 

When our baby girl was born we wanted to find that heavenly name.  We chose to name her after Rebbetzin Chaya Mushka.  True, she will share her name with countless other Chabad women and girls around the world.  Her name will not be “original” or “unique”.  Yet how lucky we are to have a child with this legacy!  A daughter who can carry the Rebbetzin's grace, kindness, sensitivity, humility, modesty and other-oriented nature - all qualities that we now see that Hashem has graciously blessed our Chaya with!  What a gift to grant her a name with this energy, with this message, with her life's mission cut out for her - to be a daughter of G-d, a daughter of her holy ancestors...

When our baby boy was born, after many girls - we once again searched for that heavenly name.  Lots of ideas popped into my mind.  My Savta's voice message came back to me.  Ideas and names swirled in our minds.  Yet that resounding inner voice, what the sages call "ruach hakodesh" - prophecy - was clear.  We will give him the Rebbe's holy name!  When "Menachem Mendel" was called out at his bris, I had tears flowing.  Our seventh child will now share a name with our beloved Rebbe - the seventh Chabad leader.  Little Menachem's crystal clear blue eyes, his sweet and gentle nature, and his very apparent holy spirit, carry the energy of our Rebbe. 

Menachem means comfort - and our Menachem brings us comfort.

While I was in in labor with Menachem, my two-year-old  Devorah Leah came to sit on my lap.  Snuggling and enjoying closeness with me and the unborn baby, she called out suddenly:  "Come Baby, Come!"  During the most challenging moments of active labor, her words rang in my mind again and again :  "Come Baby, Come!"

Whenever I felt progress slow down, the words came back, and I whispered them to myself :  "Come Baby, Come!"

It was fascinating how the process quickened its pace and smoothly progressed as I kept focus on that mantra.

And as I held our baby boy in my arms - I knew the lesson would stay with me.

We are waiting for the coming of Moshiach.  When the "birth pangs" of this exile are at their peak - I need to hold onto that:  "Come Baby, Come!" mantra.  Come, Moshiach - Come!  This mantra will propel me forward towards better times!  It'll make it go fast, it'll make it go smooth, and it’ll make it happen now.  We can't sit here with intense labor forever!!

This again made our baby boy's name really meaningful.  Our Rebbe, Rabbi Menachem Mendel Schneerson was the one who prophesied that Moshiach WILL COME in this generation.  The Rebbe spoke about this constantly - that Moshiach will come, he will come... He will come in this seventh generation - the seventh from the beginning of the Chabad movement. 

So the name is deeply powerful for Dov and I.   We are so grateful that we didn't miss the opportunity to have his energy join our family.

Thank you Hashem for our Chaya Mushka.
Thank you Hashem for our Menachem Mendel. 
Thank you Hashem for gifting us with all of our children.

We commit ourselves to do our very best to gift them back to You, by raising them according to Your will.   

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Permission to Feel


Am I allowed to feel what I’m feeling? 

Since the day my brother Ariel passed away, I have been bombarding myself with this question. 

I’m “just a sister”!  Why is this taking me over?  Why am I filled with such heaviness?  I’m just a sister!  I “should” be thankful to have my husband and children!  I “should” be thankful to have my parents!    

I know that may sound ridiculous to read, black on white.  I know that my friends may read that and yell at me for being so hard on myself….  I know many would try to convince me that OF COURSE I deserve to have all of these feelings – it’s a HUGE deal to lose a brother! 

(Wouldn’t it be helpful if we were as compassionate to ourselves as we were to our friends…?)

As time moves on, I think I am spending WAY more energy on arguing with myself about my feelings then actually giving myself permission to feel the feelings.

 I am reflecting on how I have often dealt with heavy emotion in the past.  And I think I’m not the only one….?  Don’t we spend way more energy on being annoyed at ourselves for having a feeling that we’re feeling than actually experiencing the feeling?!  (You may have to read that last sentence twice to get what I’m saying!)

So if I’m annoyed at someone I love, I feel insulted.  It’s possible that if I allowed myself to just be annoyed, and work out that feeling – I can move on quite gracefully.  The problems begin when I start to be upset at myself for being annoyed!  Now it’s starting to get complicated!  (I suspect that I may have confused a male reader by now… processing emotion in this particular way is something found way more by women, no?)

WHY IS THAT?  Why is it so hard for me to feel the feeling I seem to be feeling? 

I know that I often feel guilty about being sad because we have been trained that the Chassidic approach is to fill our hearts with constant joy and trust in G-d.  Chassidim of old were called “The Frelichers” – the Joyful Ones, for they were known to be overly joyful in their service of G-d.  Oh boy, now the guilt over my sad feelings is mounting! 

Yet I remember an important Chassidic thought.  In Proverbs there is a verse that tells us how to deal with worry, sadness, and negative feelings.  “A worry in a man’s heart – yash’chena”.  That last word of the verse is the instruction on how we deal with those feelings.  The word “yash’chena” can be translated in two ways, according to our Sages, representing two methods in dealing with worries and fears.  Method #1:  Remove the worry from one’s mind!  Just forget about it!  Move on!  (I know some people who are able to successfully take this route)Method #2:  Discuss it with others, talk it over.  Chassidic philosophy encourages that while choosing someone to speak it over with, one should be careful to find “others” who are completely united with him for they lovingly empathize with him. 

So do I push away negative emotions?  Or do I discuss it with myself, with my spouse, with my best friend? 

Method #1 rarely works for me.  I am so thankful that the same Torah that teaches me to be joyful at all times, also validates that sometimes very non-joyful feelings come.  And what am I to do with those?  If they don’t go away by pushing them away – then I got Method #2 waiting for me.  I talk it over, I write about it, I discuss it with wise and loving people. 

In other words – I HAVE PERMISSION TO FEEL WHAT I AM FEELING!!  How liberating!!  I can feel it, I can experience it, I can talk it over until I flush it out – all for the sake of getting back to serving G-d with joy.  

While in exile – I need to allow myself to process my feelings…

In preparation for Redemption – when we will know of only joy.

 

So yes, I have permission to feel.  And yes, if a feeling comes up – it is from G-d.  He wants me to process it and move on.  I can try to convince myself that I “shouldn’t” feel from today until tomorrow – but it will get me nowhere.  If I’m feeling it – I must do something with it, because ignoring doesn’t always work.  

 All of those voices that bombard me with “Why are you feeling what you are feeling?   Just get a hold of yourself and move on!”  Well those words are the voice of the very sneaky Evil Inclination – trying to confuse me and make it hard to process an emotion and move gracefully towards joy and trust.

I will work on removing the word “should” from my vocabulary:  that voice that tries to squash my emotions with good-old-Jewish-guilt.  The Evil Inclination hard at work once again.   The wagging finger telling me “you should be happy” will turn into a compassionate voice that whispers gently: “I want to be happy.  And I will be happy.  With time…” 

So I WILL give myself permission to feel what I am feeling.

 And in no time, I will embrace that joyful attitude I so crave.

And we all will – with the very uncomplicated and everlasting joy that awaits us…

 

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