![]() With her razor-sharp memory, she told of throwing a tantrum when she was about two. Only this time, it wasn’t mine: it was our mother’s, Rose Stark a”h. Then, that feeling triggered another Aha! moment. I tried to immerse myself in the content. You CAN follow along with kavanah.īy then, we were somewhere around shlishi or revi’i in parshas Vayikra. No more distractions! Make this your adult Aha! moment. No more trips down memory lane, I told myself firmly. I was back in the Florida shul sitting next to Esther. And this was no kid-sized siddur with big letters and lots of white space. And suddenly - Aha! - I was able to follow along! All those kriah exercises Morah Epstein made us do were finally paying off. Then, to my surprise, I realized… I was able to read the next word. I wasn’t really expecting to follow along - after all, the baal korei’s words had always sounded to me like a speeding train rumbling down the tracks.īut my eyes randomly fell on the word the baal korei was up to. I peeked at the Chumash open in front of the lady next to me and turned to the page she was on. I must have been in third or fourth grade. I was back in the old Agudah on 18th Avenue in Boro Park. But this mental exertion suddenly triggered a memory. I redoubled my efforts and started to focus on the words. I attributed my distraction to what my kids call ADOS: Attention Deficit… Oooh, Shiny! I marveled at her intense kavanah, something I could only aspire to. But I had a feeling that she did so routinely - because as she moved the ribbon, she also murmured the words of the parshah along with the baal korei. Twisting it horizontally across the page, she lowered it line by line as the baal korei leined. Esther, however, used it as a sort of pointer. The Chumash had one of those blue bookmark ribbons attached to the spine. It was Shabbos parshas Zachor, and the women’s section in the Florida shul was short on Chumashim, so I sat next to my friend Esther and looked on with her. How did I travel from Florida… to Boro Park… to Munkatch… to the Midbar… and back to Florida? All in about 30 minutes? Join us as we learn how wandering thoughts can bring us closer to Hashem how shared and separate identities are forged and how an Aha! moment can help us break through our self-imposed limitations, even as it shows us the limits of… Aha! moments. We found that our own Aha! moments revealed something about ourselves. No, not a new scientific theory or invention. When we Sisters decided to explore our own Aha! moments, we discovered something interesting. Though historians question the truth behind these legends, we know that people do indeed have moments when they suddenly get a fresh idea, gain a new understanding, discover an as-yet-undiscovered truth. In that “light-bulb moment,” he gave us… light bulbs. Suddenly, the myth goes, Edison realized how to turn known theories of electrical currents into a practical source of light. When the apple dropped off the tree onto Sir Isaac Newton’s head, did the scientist who “discovered” the law of gravity really shout, “Aha!”? More likely, if it happened at all, he first yelled “Ouch!”Īnd then there’s the story of Thomas Edison playing with some materials in his lab. When we Sisters decided to explore our own Aha! moments, we discovered something interesting
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