HaMirpeset Shelanu 201: From Kara Rosenwald

Posted on December 12, 2014

Reflections on Parashat Vayeishev
by Kara Rosenwald

When getting my son ready for camp last summer, his first experience at Camp Ramah, one of his concerns about bunk life was sleeping in a bunk.  How would he fall asleep? Would he be assigned a top or bottom bunk? What noises would be in the tzrif (bunk) during the night? Who would he say Shema with? What if he got too hot, or too cold? And what if he had a dream that bothered him? As we all know, dreams can be very powerful as seen in this week’s Parasha, Vayeishev, when Joseph, the chief cup bearer, and the chief baker all have dreams that predict their fate, both positively and negatively.

Joseph shares his dream of being in the field with his brothers in Genesis 37:7: “There we were binding sheaves in the field, when suddenly my sheaf stood up and remained upright; then your sheaves gathered around and bowed low to my sheaf.”  Joseph also dreams about the moon and the stars and shares that dream with his brothers.  His brothers were not happy to hear that Joseph was ruling over them, in not one, but in two different dreams.  The brothers respond by selling Joseph into slavery and his beautiful tunic is soiled with the blood of a goat and taken to his father as evidence of his demise.

While Joseph’s dreams first brought him trouble with his brothers, his understanding and ability to interpret dreams becomes very helpful to him.  Joseph is put in prison after a run-in with his master’s wife.  While in prison, the chief cupbearer and chief baker are imprisoned in the same jail as Joseph.  Joseph strikes up conversation and they share their dreams and their desire for an interpretation.  In Genesis 40:8 Joseph says to them, “Surely G-d can interpret! Tell me (your dreams).” They both shared their dreams with Joseph and he interpreted for each of them.  There was good news for the cup bearer and the baker was not so lucky.

This past summer at camp, my son found sleeping in his tzrif was not so hard after a couple of days at camp.  Making friends with his bunkmates, being tired from days full of fun activities and yeshun (night time bunk stories from his counselors) all helped him sleep well and wake up with memories of good dreams.

The story of Joseph does not end with this parasha, and we are excited for the saga to continue to unfold.  Similarly, the end of one camp season is not the end of the story, but just the beginning.  I know that my camper joins hundreds of others as they look forward to continuing their story at Machane Ramah and sharing their dreams.

Shabbat Shalom

HaMirpeset Shelanu 200: From Adina Allen

Posted on December 5, 2014

Reflections on Parashat Vayishlach
by Adina Allen

The first day of camp is something that I have eagerly counted down to for the past 13 summers. I always begin packing well in advance and spend the days leading up to camp looking through my camp memory boxes—through the photos, Shabbat-o-grams, and bus notes of summers past. Once I can finally count the days to camp on one hand, I make sure to call my friends, pick out my first day of camp outfit, and double check that I have the correct colored clothing for the zimriyah (Song Festival). Getting on the bus, anticipating the first day, is the most exciting feeling. Every time I make that final left turn onto Buckatabon Road, I feel the exhilaration and adrenaline rushing through my body. In that moment, I’m looking forward to the reunion with my friends, seeing my counselors from the previous summer, and being a part of the camp community once again.

In this week’s parsha, Vayishlach, Jacob and Esau reconnect after many years. When they last saw each other, Esau wanted to kill Jacob after he stole the birthright. In anticipation of the reunion, it says that Jacob וַיִּירָא יַעֲקֹב מְאֹד, וַיֵּצֶר לוֹ, “became very frightened and was distressed” (Genesis 32:8), fearing what would happen when they reconnected.  He prepares offerings for his older brother, and when he finally sees Esau for the first time, he notices Esau’s strong and powerful army. This image – ready for war – sets the stage for the sibling reunion, highlighting the tense relationship that the brothers have always had.

This moment of reconciliation and reunion appears to be a beautiful oneוַיָּרָץ עֵשָׂו לִקְרָאתוֹ וַיְחַבְּקֵהוּ, וַיִּפֹּל עַל-צַוָּארָו וַיִּשָּׁקֵהוּ ויבכו – Esau runs to great Jacob and hugs him, falls on Jacob’s neck and kisses him; and they cry (33:4). However, in Breishet Rabbah 78:9, a collection of midrashim (Biblical interpretations), the midrash teaches us that Esau didn’t intend to kiss his brother Jacob, rather, he attempted to bite his neck. At this time Jacob’s neck becomes hard like marble and Esau’s teeth aren’t strong enough to break through. The brothers’ weeping, then, comes from both the pain of Jacob’s neck and of Esau’s teeth. This midrash takes what may at first appear to be a beautiful and powerful moment and turns that moment into a cynical reunion, an echo of Esau’s evil inclinations.

The image of our own reunions at camp—the overwhelming excitement as we pass the life-size mezuzah at the entrance to camp, the anticipation of seeing friends whom we have been texting and facebooking all year long, the huge and warm hugs when we step off the buses—stands in contrast with this midrash’s cynical take on Jacob and Esau’s reunion. Indeed, I have trouble reading this important piece of the parsha as anything but a happy reunion, if unexpectedly so. I use the sight I see each summer to refute the fatalism of this midrash.  After campers have not seen each other for nearly a year, there’s still the excitement and thrill of being back in the same place once again.  There might be some anxiety present—have my friends changed over the year? Will my friends still like me? Are we going to be able to really get past that difficult moment we had last summer? But ultimately, those fears are washed away when we step off the busses, greeted by the people who help to make our summers some of the most incredible experiences of our lives.


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