Each day I practice qi gong looking out the window into my neighbor’s garden, apple tree blossoming, persimmon […]
Category Archive: Purim
I retrieve my small glass table from the neglected and overgrown backyard where it has endured storms, smog, […]
This poem is part of Rabbi Diane Elliot’s collection of 49 poems, This Is the Day, Ha-Yom Yom, inspired by the ancient practice of counting the Omer.
Next week, the Jewish community gathers to enter the celebration of Purim, a small Jewish holiday falling this […]
The festival of Purim (coming up this Saturday) is a holiday of concealment. At Purim we read the […]
This poem, which draws on a Hasidic teaching from the Sfat Emet, is a companion piece to Rabbi […]
This essay, which draws on a Hasidic teaching from the Sfat Emet, is a companion piece to David Aladjem’s poem “A Scent of the Soul.”
Purim is a holiday that rouses the senses. We engage in the mitzvah of hearing the megillah chanted aloud, we eat symbolic foods like hamentashen, we watch colorful costume parades, and we reach out and touch others through sharing Purim gifts, called mishloach manot.
The one sense unaccounted for is smell.
Smell is the hidden sense of Purim. It is also the most essential, which befits Megillat Esther, in which the most significant parts of the story are hidden.
The Talmud states: “Rava said that one is obligated to make oneself intoxicated (l’bsumei) on Purim until one cannot tell the difference between ‘cursed be Haman’ and ‘blessed be Mordechai’” (B.T. Megillah 7b).
Yehuda Leib Alter, a late 19th-century Hasidic master known as Sfat Emet, makes the connection that the word l’bsumei shares a root with bisamim (fragrance/scent). This demonstrates that, through our sense of smell, we are able to blur the boundaries of knowing the villain from the hero of the Esther narrative, entering into a different type of consciousness in which duality does not exist.
Truism: The name of God does not appear in the Book of Esther. Truth: The names “Elohim” and […]
If you have been watching the night sky, perhaps you saw the first sliver of the new moon […]