The Jews at Prayer by Ivan Trutnev. 1911.
fashion tip to immediately elevate your look:
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A Happy New Year. Jewish greeting card by Mordecai Menahem Cohen, 5693 / 1932. it seems there is little to no information about the artist available online, but two of his greeting cards are available to view in the Jewish Museum's online collection.
Happy Trans Day of Visibility 💗
ur pinned is a Leonard Cohen song how r u gonna call Harry styles boring 💀
i don’t think you understand the wave of actual homicidal intent that just washed through my body like if you were standing in front of me right now you would’ve been in real danger. what the fuck are you talking about. this is literally such an evil thing to say. youre literally an evil person. what the fuck is wrong with you im in shock. im in shock. im in shock
This poll is for Jews who currently live in North America, and consider it their permanent residence (ie, not people here for a couple years on a work or student visa).
For the Jewish ancestor of yours who moved to North America most recently, what is their relationship to you?
If multiple ancestors arrived together, pick the one the shortest distance from you. For example, my mother came with my grandparents, so I'm going to pick "parent(s)."
I don't like see results buttons because they make the results weird, sorry non-Jews and non-North-Americans. You're welcome to reblog for sample size if you'd like.
Twice a year — prior to the Jewish holidays of Passover and Rosh Hashanah — the notes are removed from the wall and taken for burial in the Jewish cemetery on the Mount of Olives, just across the Kidron Valley from the Old City. Because the notes are prayers and often contain the name of God, Jewish law regards them as holy texts that cannot be simply thrown away. They are treated instead like sacred texts that have fallen into disuse and are buried. The process is overseen by the rabbi of the Western Wall and his staff, all of whom prepare for the task by first immersing in a ritual mikveh bath. They then use wooden poles to gently remove the notes and place them into bags for transport to the Mount of Olives. The notes are not read.
The gentleness of it all; the deep and loving respect. 🩵
"The notes are not read." - There's a (Christian) tradition in my country for letters to the Christkind or Father Christmas or Santa Claus to be delivered to designated post office, where volunteers read and answer them. Those letters are typically written by children, wishlists for Christmas, for material and immaterial things - and no, the volunteers don't deliver gifts, of course, but they do keep the story alive. It is done in love, with the understanding that the letter-writer will (perhaps not expect, but) appreciate the reply.
This here is different, but driven by love as well - just, there is a respect here that these notes are a matter between the note-leaver and whomever they addressed their note to, not a matter for the people who take care of the notes after they're left. The love that these notes are being given doesn't say, "let's read these and then let's pretend to be G-d and reply;" it says, "this was meaningful for you to leave here, and so it is meaningful for us, and we will consider it sacred." There is the trust that no reply to the note is necessary; that indeed the act of leaving the note is what makes the meaning, not the presence or absenve of a reply (or at least that's how I read this; I am no scholar of any religion, and I hope I'm not overstepping saying this.) (also, impersonating G-d? how about let's not.) (also, who's to say if the note-leaver hasn't already received their reply, in their own soul, in their own conversation with whomever they addressed their note to?)
Anyway, I love this, and I'm thankful to you for sharing this, Eden! 🩵
Loving these tags!
Hear, O Israel —
Some of my favorite Hassidic Purim pictures
Tomb of Esther and Mordechai, Hamadan, Iran. Believed by Iranian Jews to be their resting place, and a historic site of pilgrimage.
many such cases
But what to choose, what to CHOOSE 😱