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December 16, 2006

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Isn't that a marvelous photo? (And what a marvelous thing for those leaders to do.) I only recently discovered Rabbi Gordon's blog, but we're very nearly neighbors (her congregation is about an hour away from me) and I'm glad to see this post of hers, in particular, spreading around the 'net.

Six chickens? Wow! Have a wonderful time at the Chanukah party -- may the evening be festive and filled with light (both figurative and metaphorical) for you and everyone present.

I'm tickled -- this is the first post that another blogger has quoted and linked back to, other than some web crawlers that I don't quite understand (nor need to).

I followed the link to your blog -- enjoyed, want to try the chicken recipe, and BTW I write about chickens too {grin} -- and for some reason got tripped up on my gender assumptions: was quite delighted to discover that the blogger is (you are) a woman. Just as I still think "male" reflexively for some professions, I somehow assumed. Used to be that that was my experience when I heard "Rabbi" -- I wonder if this is still true, 10 years after my ordination? I'd had a lot of female doctors, but few female rabbis, when I went off to rabbinical school.

BTW, please spell my name correctly ... My mother explained to me years ago that while one needs the silent "hey" at the end of "Devorah" in Hebrew, one doesn't need the silent "h" at the end of "Deborah" in English, and so my parents didn't use it... I suspect the spelling rule may hold true in Arabic too... Anyway, the result is that my name is always misspelled, but it *is* right there at the top of the the blog...! Todah rabbah/thank you very much.

Welcome to Dove's Eye View, Rabbi Debora, and sorry for misspelling your name. I wasn't checking your blog as I typed. I'll fix momentarily.

And when was it that you thought I was male? Curious, since my photo is up on the blog, and the subtitle is "an Arab-American woman sees signs of hope."

Anyway, you are most welcome, and thank you for your account.

Oh and Rachel, thank you too for your kind comment.

See my personal blog http://bedouina.typepad.com/personal for the run-down on the six chickens. The technique is not a success - but my original spiced chicken recipe is still a winner.

Leila -- I'm not quite that dense! (grin) Before I got directly to your blog, I was directed to http://israelpalestineblogs.com/, some kind of aggregation of blogs, and there are no pictures of subtitles there. So it was a pleasant surprise to come to your blog and see your picture.

Interesting, though -- I never noticed the subtitle until you referenced it in one of your posts, I think. I've very visual, "grabbed" the photo and overlooked the small lettering.

Boy, I hope you're right about the signs of hope. I tend to be an optimist, but a cautious one. I think that means that I expect that things will work themselves out eventually, but I don't doubt that there will be much suffering along the way.

Of course, "eventually" just means taking a snapshot at a particular point in history -- might be a long-lasting "point," might be a short-lived situation. Then history moves on again. So perhaps my hope comes from the micro view: finding the good and joy among the suffering.

Or maybe I go back and forth between both views in order not to despair. Hm.

Going back and forth between hope and despair... sounds like me. This blog's purpose is to print and archive the half of me that finds hope. I save my despair for other venues.

No matter what horrors are perpetrated in our names, by our neighbors or our kinsmen or our leaders, we can always insist on what we know is the real truth: you cannot kill to gain peace and security. You cannot exterminate your enemies and hope to prevail. We are all connected - to the fish in the sea as well as to our enemies. This world will burn if we don't turn our attention to healing it.

The stakes are civilization itself. Humanity might survive the coming fires, but most of what we hold precious will not.

Those of us who believe that we must kill, kill, kill in order to find peace, are simply deluded and living in a lower form of cognitive and spiritual development that has been proven to fail. America is learning this lesson in Iraq right now. I foresee more destruction before we really get it. I am sorry about that. But in the meantime I have to be like a German of conscience in the 1930s, or a Russian dissident of the 1970s, just keep holding on to the truth as I see it, no matter what insanity boils around me.

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