|Regrettably, the dark blue plastic chairs did not photograph too well against the dark blue background, but if you know this chair, you'll certainly recognize it.|
I used to find the standard (and, yes, ubiquitous :-) plastic cups in Israel, as pictured above, flimsy beyond measure. Now I realize that they are actually consistent with my values of "good enough" when it comes to things in the material world. In contrast, plastic cups from the Old Country are hard for me to throw away without guilt because they are thick enough for many re-uses.
But I digress...
So you get the picture. The setting was humble. The refreshment table was humble. The band members were humble. And the music was lovely. There is something ever so authentic about Israelis singing and playing Hebrew music, much of it based on tefillah (prayer) or T'Nach (Bible) texts. In Israel. On motzei Shabbat.
Last night, I attended a concert of a different type.
We are pleased to inform you about an exciting women's event. The acclaimed Ayelet HaShachar Women's Band from Baltimore will perform a concert to benefit families of Carmel fire victims Sunday evening, January 2nd. Here is an occasion to show solidarity with our fellow Jews at a beautiful and enjoyable women's evening.
Photo Credit: Ruti Mizrachi - http://rutimizrachi.blogspot.com/
The members of this band from Baltimore (Lisa Aronson Friedman on the left, Shalomis Koffler Weinreb on the right and especially Stephanie Rabinowitz in the middle) are personal friends. I can't count the number of conversations I have had with them individually about our shared longing for Israel. Back when I was also stuck in Baltimore, these women were some of the handful of friends who "got me", and got the longing for Israel that drove nearly every decision I made.
So here I am, sitting in Heichal Shlomo, an auditorium in the center of Jerusalem. Among the approximately 200 women in attendance are a large group of friends from Baltimore, most of whom (though sadly, not all) live here now.
Last night, I remembered the sharp longing to be here that I felt countless times, sometimes while sitting in Baltimore but most often when I was visiting Israel but knew I could not stay.
I have their CD Ohr Chadash and have heard it a hundred times. Last night, there was something special in their music, perhaps because I was together with them, for the first time, in Jerusalem.
Shalomis wrote their song Rachel Imeinu. These are Shalomis' words, the ones that brought that sharp longing, and the tears that always accompanied it, back to me with such total recall:
...As patient as the afternoon moon,
Waits for her moment to shine,
Rachel Imeinu waits by the road
For her children to come home.
Rachel Imeinu cry no more
We're coming home.
One by one
we come home
We're coming home, Imeinu
One by one we come home...
May Hashem bring these special women Home very, very soon.