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Returning to the Land of My Soul

March 7, 2021 by Rebekah

In 1976, when I was an awkward 13-year-old, our family moved to Los Angeles from Cincinnati, Ohio. The reason I was given for our big move was that my father, a rabbi and professor, was “transferred” to the west coast because it was better suited for his iconoclastic and “unorthodox” attitudes and ideas.

We are only as sick as our secrets

Not only was I lost being thrown into a strange junior high school in a new city, but I also had the burden of keeping our ugly family secret: In addition to being a rabbi and professor, my father was an alcoholic. 

My parents made it clear that I was never to tell a single soul about his drinking. If I did, the consequences would be monumental, threatening our financial security and bringing unmeasurable shame on our family. And more, it would be seen as an unforgiveable betrayal.  So, I remained silent, guarding this secret at all costs. As a “clergy kid,” I knew we had to keep up appearances.

Growing Up

As I started puberty and headed toward adolescence, I found it very challenging to make friends. This was partly because I was pretty shy and withdrawn, but those traits were only compounded by our family secret and my father’s erratic behavior.

Most nights my father would come home drunk and violent. Some nights I would hear him vomiting or falling down. My younger brother and I would often hide and try to comfort each other until things quieted down. There was no way I could have friends over, not with my father’s frequent inappropriate and frightening behavior. 

One night, I drove with my father to pick up pizza for dinner. I saw the flashing lights and heard the siren of a police car behind us. My father pulled over. The police had him get out of the car and take a sobriety test. He failed. They took him to jail and drove me home in another police car. 

How could I possibly have regular teenage friendships with all of this going on?

Something Was Wrong with Me

As I moved into adulthood, it became obvious that my life was unmanageable as I cast about for direction. I did not have a clue how to have a relationship. My choices went from bad to worse, causing me unbelievable pain and suffering.

By this time, I was singing and writing original songs, aspiring to be the next Emmy Lou Harris. Although that didn’t happen, one of the highlights of my life was getting to open for her once in Nashville. 

It was through my music that I met a fellow songwriter who shared with me that her mother was an alcoholic. We bonded over our mutual hell in having a parent with alcoholism. The difference was that she had found a path forward in Al-Anon, a 12-Step fellowship for people who have a loved one caught in the grip of addiction.

Took My Seat and Came to Believe

Looking back now, as a Jew, a rabbi’s daughter and a cantor, it’s strange to admit that my first adult connection to a Higher Power happened when I took my seat in an Al-Anon meeting. Stranger still is that it happened in a church, and although I felt a sense of guilt about having such a spiritual experience in a church rather than a synagogue, I took comfort that the meeting was nondenominational. 

Surrounded by the loving members of the group, I could finally admit who I was. I could stop holding my breath and take deep, healing breaths, something I couldn’t do for as long as I could remember. Together, we said the Serenity Prayer, and it suddenly became the most important prayer I had ever uttered, bringing me instant relief.

Wrestling with My Judaism

Right after my bat mitzvah, I started to move away from Judaism. I felt Judaism had failed me, or at the very least, had become irrelevant. 

I never dated Jewish men. I never went to services. I even considered moving to Nashville for my music career, far away from “Jewish” Los Angeles.

When my father passed away in 1988, my thoughts about Judaism began to change. Along with the loss of my father came the loss of the Sederim he led, the sermons he wrote, and the Judaism he held so dear throughout my life. I had taken it all for granted, and now it was gone.

All of these losses left a big hole in my heart. I felt the strong urge to fill that hole by honoring the fact that Judaism had helped my father survive his own painful losses and it had given him some scaffolding from falling farther into the depths of despair. I started to realize that while Judaism had failed me, it had gotten the best out of him and given the best to him. It had connected him to his Yetzer Tov (his good inclination). In spite of his illness, he had helped and taught a great many people and was beloved.

Coming Back to the Fold

After dropping my ambition to travel the country singing tales of unrequited love, for some reason that was not totally clear to me at the time, I did a 180 and enrolled in cantorial school. 

In 2002, a fellow cantorial student told me there was a Jewish-centered treatment program serving Jews (and some non-Jews) healing from different kinds of addictions. She (or is it a he?) told me that they held lively services during which new people were welcomed to the community and those marking a sobriety birthday celebrated with cakes. 

I knew I had to go and see what it was all about. Little did I know then that I would become their first full-time cantor, a spiritual advisor for a caseload of clients, and the co-founder of their music in recovery program.

Being in a place that dispelled the myth that “there are no Jewish alcoholics,” and validated my personal experience, helped tremendously to make me feel less alone. It showed me that I have a place in the Jewish community.

My Work Had Just Begun

Since the first time I said the Serenity Prayer, it has been my desire to combine music and text and to write prayers that give the same kind of shalom that prayer offered me all those years ago. Using words and melody to create an experience that brings such sweet relief and connection to holiness is my greatest passion.

As a Jew whose life was touched deeply by the disease of addiction, this is my redemption. As an adult child of an alcoholic, it is important to look at and work on myself, rather than look towards the alcoholic to be the source of my happiness or unhappiness. This is my work, and I do this work daily by working steps and integrating them into my writing of Jewish liturgy and song.

Y’varechecha Adonai V’yishmarecha – may God bless

and protect all those touched by addiction.

Yisa Adonai Panav Elecha V’ichuneka – may they be in 

touch with the face of divinity.

Yair Adonai Panav Elecha v Y’sem L’cha Shalom – May 

the source of light lead their way out of the darkness

and great them peace.

And let us say, Amen!

Rebekah Mirsky helps people have meaningful Jewish life cycle events, tutors b’nai mitzvah students, provides spiritual counseling, and brings her gift of music and composing to multiple Jewish venues as a guest artist. Rebekah was the founding cantor at Beit T’Shuvah, a residential treatment center and synagogue for eight years where she helped create a Music in Recovery program. She was ordained as a cantor in 2010 at the Academy of Jewish Religion. To learn more about Rebekah, including more details of how having a father with alcohol use disorder affected her, visit her website, and watch the video of her one-woman show, Ordination.

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THE ISSUE IS LONELINESS

July 6, 2018 by Rebekah

I recently came across an article (yes, on Facebook) about
loneliness. My dear friend pointed out how ironic it was that I
was looking at this article on perhaps one of the worst
cultivators of loneliness.
Of course he was completely right. I often feel lonelier trying
to connect through social media than I would have if I’d just
stayed off and read a good book.
I have discussed with many people the double -edged sward
of face book or the two faces of face book. One the one hand I
love the fact that I can connect with relatives or friends that I
would not stay in touch with otherwise. One the other hand I
can feel really bad after wards comparing my life and my
success (or lack there of) to that of others. “Comparing my
insides with other people’s outsides” is a Molotov cocktail and
when you drink it the result is depression and loneliness.
It’s embarrassing to admit that you are lonely. It suggests that
you are unlikeable or unable to make friends. Or it suggests
that you are needy and need constant company or validation.
That’s ridiculous though, because it’s simply part of the
human condition. Whether you are in a relationship, part of
couple, or single or somewhere in between, we all experience
it. Though it is common, it is also a precursor to more serious
problems. The article that I read said that it shortens your life
span.
So what is the solution? I made a suggestion that we should
have groups where people just come and talk about issues.
I think that synagogues (and churches or any other spiritual
structure) are an appropriate place to start addressing and
combatting loneliness. To be completely honest, I no longer
work in synagogues full time or enough to suggest this kind of
programming. One of the reasons is because of my particular

Issues, I did feel isolated and alone in any institution. I feared
my childhood issues and adult mistakes in navigating my life
would make me “too weird” to feel comfortable there.
So many people fear this. In this frightening time I feel that it’s
up to us to combat loneliness whenever we can. If you are able
to facilitate a group where people get a few minutes to talk,
commiserate and share their wisdom and strength. I would be
happy to facilitate such a group. So if you are reading this and
feel that would work in your place of worship let me know.
A feeling that no body could possibly understand what we are
going through can only precipitate hopelessness suicidal
thoughts.
I believe everyone has his or her own version of feeling this
way.
It’s not a crime or an embarrassment to be lonely. It’s
simply a by-product of our humanity. I don’t think it’s that
difficult for us to begin to mitigate these feelings and to help
each other along the way. What do you think?

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Small Victories

June 25, 2018 by Rebekah

For a while I’ve been staring at my guitar as if she were an enemy.

   It often happens to me after I record an album that I suddenly feel like I need to hibernate. I get the feeling that I will never write another piece of music again.

  I have to admit that this feeling is made more pronounced by social media. If I don’t get the likes I want or if I’m not getting the response that I had hoped for. I will sink into a depression of sorts. It makes me so angry that this happens because I know that is not the initial reason for my creating.

 I have been writing poetry since I was 8. I have been writing songs since I was 17. I have made seven complete albums.

 I did it, not to sell albums or to get people’s approval. I did it because it was the way I expressed myself, got through the pain of dating, unrequited love, the loss of my father, loneliness and other things.

 Then when I started to study prayer my writing shifted.  It did not become less personal, because in my opinion, prayer is extremely personal. However it became a way for me to pray and to understand the divine and to help connect others to prayer. Prayers were a puzzle and I wanted to put the pieces together in a way that illuminated and made them more relevant and meaningful.

When I go back to my original reason for writing, it does not really matter how many people listen to it or praise it or publish it.  It is just my way of expressing myself. If I let social media and comparing shut me down, I am denying one of my own true beliefs. Art for it’s own sake is, holy, vital to the life of a soul. Even if that soul is my own.

  I would love one day for my music to resonate and for more people to listen and be moved. In the meantime I have determined that to stop for a perceived lack of interest would be sad at best and at worst a bad example for others who continue to put heart and soul into what they do.

 May we go on creating because are souls are here to that.

      Wishing everyone love and inspiration,

     Cantor Rebekah Mirsky

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Now What?

November 11, 2016 by Rebekah

​As the election results were coming in I began to panic.
I had the distinct feeling that life as we know it would change and not for the better.
When the results came in I leaned in my husband and cried and then was silent for the rest of night.

When I woke up in the morning I knew that I had to go to work. I work at Beit Teshuvah which is a treatment facility for addicts. I was thinking I would wear black…

And then I realized that I couldn’t. I don’t have that latitude. I am a member of the clergy and my job is to be a light in the darkness. I am called upon to be a beacon of hope. So .. I put on a red dress (this is called contrary action) and I sat down with my first client.

Never have I been so grateful for my role. Never have I been so grateful to be of service.
If you are cantor, a rabbi, a teacher, or a counselor, right now, consider yourself blessed.
You have the unique opportunity to impart your wisdom, your values or love and kindness, justice
Mercy, to the people you serve.

Synagogues and Jewish institutions are ever more important as places of safety and places to be yourself
and to learn how to treat others.

Yes, something real as happened and it is also true that we can love harder, stand by what we believe in and be imbued with yet a greater sense of purpose. This means encouraging people to stand up for what they believe in and to pursue the justice.

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Elul -Tend Your Garden

September 8, 2016 by Rebekah

I love the month of Elul, the month before the High Holidays.
I like to take the time to examine, to renew, to discard all the elements of my life that I forget to look out on a daily basis..

This year I took up gardening. It’s a tactile reminder that we have to pull out weeds ( toxic people) or they take over.
We have to water (self care and hydration) more often then we think we need to. We have to cut and trim leaves (daily maintenance) and sometimes we have to throw away the plant and start from scratch (quit a job, leave a relationship)

My garden is really just a few herbs and some flowers on my porch as I live in an apartment. However, it is my garden and I really am quite proud of it.

This month of Elul, take the time to tend to your garden.
Allow yourself to take tender care of your soul, your mind, you heart. This includes, unfinished business, the little voice that tells you that something’s not quite right. Love yourself and everyone around you enough to do this. It’s totally worth it.
You are beautiful and your life is profound.

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Mother’s Day

January 7, 2015 by Rebekah

Mother's Day Rose
1/7/2015

I had posted earlier on Facebook that mother’s day is a very loaded day. While it is a secular holiday, in some ways I think it would be better as a spiritual holiday because we have so many issues around the role of mother and motherhood.

I myself am grateful for my own mother. She is the one I can openly brag about my accomplishments with.
She is the one that I can torture with my tales of woe because she cares that much. She is the one I got my best qualities from and ( sorry mom) some of my worst.

If we did this right everyone would tell me how they are feeling about any aspect of this day. Please enjoy a song I wrote for my mom just weeks after we lost my dad.

I welcome all comments.

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