Auspicious (almost spooky) happening in the Holy Land
When I checked into the Youth Hostel in Jerusalem, I checked my email. The first note I opened was from my brother in law in New Jersey. It was about the Rabbi I had grown up with, Herbert Weiner. He was very influential on me as a teenager, both by his presence and with the several inspiring books he wrote on Jewish Mysticism. He had a light, a touch that I found inspiring.
The note I received upon my arriving in Jerusalem told of his death…and his funeral. It was to be held tomorrow (now today) on a kibbutz just outside of Jerusalem!
Of course I went with Susan. It was a simple service in a beautiful environment.
I was remembering that the last time I saw Rabbi Weiner was at my Mother’s funeral. I played a melody at the gravesite that I had composed the day before. He loved the music and spoke to me of the Jewish tradition of capturing someone’s being with a melody…and setting it free. That notion has never strayed far.
Rabbi Weiner, sing on. Dance on. Thank you. Rest in peace.