{"id":577,"date":"2016-04-17T16:40:31","date_gmt":"2016-04-17T13:40:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/hbne.co.il?p=577"},"modified":"2019-11-05T13:37:20","modified_gmt":"2019-11-05T11:37:20","slug":"happy-holidays","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hbne.co.il\/?p=577","title":{"rendered":"?Happy Holidays"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"HOLIDAYSM\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Holidays, a time for festivities, celebrations and happy \u200ememories are they not?<\/h3>\n

Peach, Passover, The Festival of Freedom \u200eevokes mixed feelings for me.\u200e..<\/p>\n

My parents grew up in New York City stifled between extended family \u200eand a close knit community. They chose to seek their freedom \u200eelsewhere and fled west.
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\nWest, my family migrated west through Rhode Island, California and \u200eeventually to the boondocks of a small town in British Columbia, \u200eCanada. My parents not only distanced themselves from their \u200eextended family but would up in a rural Christian community far away \u200efrom any Jewish community.\u200e<\/p>\n

We did not celebrate Jewish holidays, neither within the walls of our \u200ehome nor outside of them. Certainly, there was a sense of solidarity \u200ewith Israel within our home. In California we were close to a Jewish \u200ecommunity and my parents did send me to Sunday school but for the \u200emost part that was the limit of their connection to the community. \u200eDon\u2019t get me wrong, it was not that my family adopted the customs \u200eand holidays of our Gentile neighbors.<\/p>\n

All of my best efforts to direct \u200eSanta to our home were fruitless and I awoke Christmas morn to an \u200eempty stocking on the fireplace mantel\u2026\u200e<\/h3>\n

From the age of nine until eighteen I grew up in the sticks of \u200eAldergrove, British Columbia. Upon our arrival to Canada, our contact \u200ewith a Jewish community was limited. Any holiday celebrations or \u200efestivities were my production. The planning, organization and \u200eexecution orchestrated by me and only me.\u200e<\/p>\n

To this day I am uncomfortable having the Passover Seder in our \u200ehome and I prefer to celebrate as a guest at one of my brothers\u2019 \u200ehomes. \u200e<\/p>\n

A Time to Mourn:<\/h2>\n

At the tender age of but fifty four (Hey, that is my age +1 today and I don\u2019t \u200efeel old in any way or any matter\u2026) **and just days \u200ebefore the Seder, my father passed away. What a loss. Every year \u200ealongside the setting for the prophet Elijah I see all of the should\u2019ve \u200ebeens\u2026 Forevermore the should\u2019ve been laughter of my father and his \u200egrandchildren will be interlaced echoing in the never never land of \u200emy dreams.\u200e<\/p>\n

A Time to Remember:<\/h2>\n

We sat Shiva at my aunt\u2019s home in New York \u200efor just a few days. Passover cut the Shiva forever short. I recall this \u200etime with fondness. It brings back warm memories full of laughter and \u200etears. Our extended family was united in its grief. That was one of the \u200elast times that we all gathered together. Soon after my grandmother \u200epassed away and my grandfather was not long in following. A bitter \u200ebattle ensued, another family war over inheritance left to run its \u200ecourse. Although I was pulled to take sides, I refused to take a stand. I \u200eloved my family and was not willing to relinquish my hold of any of \u200ethe few ties which led me back to my father\u2019s memory.\u200e<\/p>\n

Holidays provide a fertile breeding ground for hostilities.\u200e\"ANGRYBEAST\"<\/a><\/h2>\n

Anger it is,
\nAnger it is,
\nIt is all \u201cmaror*\u201d<\/h3>\n

Our muscles will become tense as the beast within us awakens. This is \u200eoften the first signal that it is on the warpath. The deeper that the \u200ebeast penetrates within, the more intense the muscle tension will \u200ebecome and it will inevitably burrow deep and expand its reach far \u200ebeyond the original entry point.\u200e<\/p>\n

Try, if you may, to recall an ugly incident of the past. Bring your very \u200eformidable adversary to front and center stage. Return to that \u200emoment and be present within your body: feel the anger raging havoc \u200eunder your skin even now long after \u2026\u200e<\/p>\n

At its core anger is healthy.<\/h2>\n

It prompts us to immediate action in times \u200eof emergency. When dealing with frustration, stress and \u200edisappointment, anger may provide clarity and reveal the acute issue \u200edemanding our attention.\u200e<\/p>\n

Anger as a way of life, however, is debilitating and can lead to chronic \u200estress, hostility, depression, headaches, digestive issues, high blood \u200epressure, heart attacks and stroke. \u200e<\/p>\n

Most of us are familiar with the euphoric endorphins which happy \u200ethoughts, physical exercise, delicious chocolate and great sex will \u200edeliver. The body, however, knows many types of endorphins. Stress \u200eand anger will also trigger the release of endorphins. These endorphins \u200ewill provide a quick fix of energy for \u201canger junkies\u201d or people with an \u200e\u200e\u201caddiction\u201d to anger. While in the short term this may be very \u200esatisfying, in the long term it is\u00a0detrimental to our health.\u200e<\/p>\n

For a long time I fed my beast monstrous doses of anger and \u200efrustration and before long its presence could no longer be ignored.<\/h3>\n

\u200eMy oh my, my fascia had quite a tale to tell. Much introspection was \u200erequired to raise my self-awareness to a level where I learned to stop \u200esuppressing my feelings and listen to the beast, face and confront it.\u200e<\/p>\n

Much to my surprise last\u00a0Passover the beast reared its ugly head \u200eagain.<\/h3>\n

I had forgotten the voracity of its power. Unpleasant impulses \u200eburied in me broke out and unleashed my rage upon another. In a place \u200ewhere I should have shown love and compassion only anger, deep \u200eanger appeared. After a time, it became clear to me that my anger was \u200emerely a projection of my own feelings of hurt and vulnerability. It \u200eappears that I \u00a0tackled my feelings little more than surface deep. I \u200eneeded to identify exactly where my anger was\u00a0coming from. What was\u00a0my \u200ecore hurt? Was\u00a0I feeling disregarded, unimportant, accused, guilty, \u200euntrustworthy, devalued, rejected, powerless or perhaps unlovable?\u200e<\/p>\n

There is no quick fix. I continue to climb. Higher and higher I reach. \u200eThe summit is on the horizon but it is not yet within my reach.\u200e<\/p>\n

Life\u2019s too short to live with anger.\u200e
\nMake your peace with the beast \u200ewithin you\u2026 \u2665\u200e<\/h2>\n

* Marror – bitter herbs<\/em><\/p>\n

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If you have not yet read about the rocky part of my journey, you can read it here<\/a>.\u200e<\/p>\n

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I would like to thank you for your patience in reading this post to its end.\u200e<\/em><\/h3>\n
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