What’s an intentional community?

Hi, I’m Sam, and I’m the Teva intern this summer. Since I started the internship, I’ve been continuously learning new phrases and concepts. After three weeks of scrolling through Teva archives, sitting in on staff meetings, and spending three days at the Isabella Freedman Jewish Retreat Center, it’s no surprise that my Jewish vocabulary and knowledge of gardening have expanded. However, there were other new words I couldn’t quite understand.

Within the first hour of arriving at Isabella Freedman, the two supervisors accompanying us sat us (the other interns and me) down in a circle on the couches and asked, “Have you ever lived in an intentional community? If so, what was it like?”

I soon grew nervous. Not because I didn’t want to answer the question or because I didn’t want to share an experience. I didn’t know what an intentional community was. It was a foreign concept to me. I sat as my fellow intern friends spoke of living in the Moishe House and their sorority house with 50 other girls and summers in Yellowstone national park with other teenagers. As I listened, I pieced together a simple definition for “intentional community.” To my understanding, it consists of individuals living together, brought together and unified by a shared set of principles, purpose, and values.

I racked my brain. I thought of my lacrosse and volleyball team practices throughout high-school, my nights at sleep-away camp, and various trips to many different states and countries with family, friends, and organizations. However, when it was my turn to answer the question, I said I have yet to be part of an intentional community.

An intentional community has a deeper role. There is something truly rare/unique/special about committing yourself to live with others with the same interests and goals. It is a powerful experience to live by your values and fulfill your goals alongside others. This is what the people at Isabella Freedman have done. Furthermore, this is what the Teva educators of the Topsy Turvy bus tour are experiencing.


Just as we were about to depart Isabella Freedman to head back to the NYC Hazon office, we ran into Jacob, one of the Teva bus educators. He was in the midst of training for the bus tour and asked us if we’d like to check out the bus.

He gave us a brief tour, pointing out the beds, the oil filters, the boxes full of books, costumes, composting worms, etc. He then told us their plan for the summer. They have just started life aboard the packed double-decker school-bus where they will be living for the next 7 weeks. They will spend the remainder of the summer engaging kids all over the Northeast in workshops like the bike-blender and composting worms. They will trigger discussion about sustainability, conservation, and how Judaism fits in. On the road, they will be stopping by local restaurants to pick-up their leftover vegetable oil for the bus engine. People all over will stop them to ask them questions, and they will open up their home to share their story with these strangers-turned-friends.

After stepping off the bus, I felt like I finally fully comprehended the power of an intentional community. Here the Teva educators were living on mattresses stacked above, below and next to each other and sharing the responsibilities that come along. But they chose to be here and they are beyond excited to transition from training to visiting, educating, and discussing.

Many people I know would shy away from this job because of the lack of the “home’s” personal bedrooms and privacy altogether. But most people I know have also never experienced the privilege of being part of an intentional community and working together to do something so great and so passionately at the same time.

The Fifth Topsy Turvy Bus Tour: Exploring Holy Spaces

If you happen to be on the road this summer anywhere between Washington D.C., New York City, and Connecticut, you might be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of a golden-orange school bus traveling upside down along the highway. You’re not seeing things. The Topsy Turvy Bus (created originally by Ben Cohen of Ben & Jerry’s Ice Cream) is indeed real, and will be on a seven-week summer tour from June 24 – August 16, 2015.

The Topsy Turvy Bus is a bio-fueled environmental schoolhouse on wheels that is driven and staffed by Teva educators. Teva – a program of Hazon and North America’s leading Jewish environmental education program – provides pluralistic outdoor, food, and environmental education experiences throughout the Jewish community. Teva works with Jewish day schools, congregational schools, community centers, synagogues, camps, and youth groups.

“The Topsy Turvy Bus has never been more important than it is today,” said Nigel Savage, Hazon’s president. “It’s inherently fun – it just makes people smile – and yet the pedagogy behind it is serious. Hazon exists not only to strengthen Jewish life, through Jewish food educahannahseneshtion, Jewish environmental education and Jewish outdoor education, but also genuinely to create a more sustainable world for all. The Topsy Turvy bus is here to inspire us all – young and less young; Jewish and not-Jewish – to make a real difference in the world.”

Starting out at Hazon’s Isabella Freedman Jewish Retreat Center in Falls Village, CT, where most Teva programs take place, the Topsy Turvy Bus will travel and make stops in Maryland, Pennsylvania, New Hampshire, Massachusetts, New Jersey, New York, and eventually make its way back the Isabella Freedman center. During the tour, Teva educators will show people around the veggie oil-fueled bus, share their knowledge about all things environmental and Jewish, and engage participants to feel empowered to make change in their everyday lives. As the bus embarks on its fifth annual expedition, the Topsy Turvy Bus Tour will engage communities across the country in thinking, learning, and teaching important Jewish values and how they relate to the various cycles that govern and impact our lives.

benji teaching4“I was part of the bus team last year and as an educator I’ve seen firsthand how kids’ eyes light up when they’re on the bus,” shared Teva educator Sonia Wilk. “That’s what we’re about – inspiring kids in a way that’s exciting for them and, actually, very meaningful for us.”

“‘V’asu li mikdash v’shachanti b’tocham—And let them make Me a sanctuary that I may dwell among [within] them” (Terumah/ Sh’mot 25:8). In the spirit of fostering a greater sense of community, Teva educators will introduce the concept of mishkan, commonly translated as “tabernacle,” “residence,” or “dwelling place.” The concept of building a mishkan, or a sacred communal space, will be a starting point to explore questions such as: How do we create holy spaces? What do they require? Furthermore, how do we value the things that everyone brings to the table, from skills and strengths, to questions and attitudes, to dreams and hopes? Through the tour, campers will make connections between the ways we define and use our spaces and how these ideas are related to resource use, energy and conservation issues, and building community.

“We had multiple campers come up to us and say that the Topsy Turvy bus was the coolest thing they had seen at camp ALL summer,” said Sara Sideman, Assistant Director at the Medford JCC Camps, the largest day camp in the country. “The educators were able to take really interesting material, relate it Jewishly, and have it be age appropriate for campers from age 6 to 14… very impressive.” Andrew Schwebel, Director of Ramot Amoona Summer Camp in St. Louis, MO, reflected, “What a great way to share the important message of sustainability and our responsibility as Jews for the planet. Parents called me the next day to share hbus at climate marchow much the campers had learned. It was the topic of conversation over the dinner table.”

In 2009, Teva conducted its first bus tour in honor of Birkat HaChama, a little-known Jewish blessing that is recited only once every 28 years when the sun completes the cycle that, according to Jewish tradition, returns it to its position when the world was created. That summer, the bus travelled throughout the Northeast and involved almost 1,500 learners of all ages and backgrounds. The following year, Teva led a cross-country Climate Change Tour, with programs attended by almost 2,000 people nationwide. In 2011, the Topsy Turvy Bus toured the South on a “From Purim to Freedom” Tour that began on Purim and ended with Passover.

Drawing on the success and excitement of the last four bus tours, Hazon is thrilled to be once again using this unique and engaging vehicle to bring Teva’s dynamic experiential Jewish environmental education across the country. “I was thrilled with every aspect of the program! It was very interactive and kept my 8th- and 9th-graders engaged, which is no small feat!” said one participant from a previous tour.

At each stop on the Mishkan tour this summer, Teva educators will run programs focused around energy, environmental problem solving, social justice, and Jewish values. Program participants will watch an interactive theater-piece, make smoothies on a bicycle-powered blender, assist worms in turning old food into new soil, and learn first-hand about and on a unique bio-fueled bus.

“From highway to interstate, Topsy Turvy is paving a path for more mindful communities to spring up everywhere,” said Stefanie Groner, a 2014 Moishe House Bus Program participant.

The Journey is more important than the Desination: Reflections on the Processes

Hi. I’m Lauren, the planner of the bus tour. I haven’t written for this blog yet, and while I feel a little bit strange writing the final post as someone who wasn’t on the road the whole time, as the one who started off with the tour  it also feels fitting.

I began this journey in January, when I was handed the fragments of systems, ideas and old documents of certain components, and then allowed to run with it and piece together a tour. I stared at my empty excel document from which the tour was meant to emerge, and after months of internet research (thank you, Foundation for Jewish Camp and JCCA website with your interactive map), talking to everyone I encountered, emailing Jonathan Dubinsky (without whom the tour also would not have happened) and spending a lot of time with Google maps, I began to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Through a myriad of emails and calls that went unanswered, a few camps said yes, they wanted to pay for the bus to come, and suddenly I had a shell of a tour. I had places we had to be, people who were excited about the mission and enraptured by the photos of an upside down bus. I spoke to a woman in Kansas for whom no task was too large – she fundraised the full amount to bring the bus to her camp. I spoke to an early childhood center director in Chicago who told me how great it would be to have people who are truly living out these values of sustainability in a Jewish context be role models for her campers – that was my spiel, and she said it to me before I even finished explaining the program. I spoke to a camp director in New Jersey who wanted to book the bus for 4 days. In these pockets of success, I found inspiration. I was really doing something, really achieving something with this tour. People wanted to enhance their camp experience and believed that we were the something more out there – something to wow and impact their campers. Some camps created a budget ex nihilo for bringing in external programs or nearly exhausted their entire budget for us, hinged on the belief that we would provide more than fun; that we’d both teach and embody something extraordinary, worth remembering for years.

For a while, I was living and breathing the bus tour. It occurred to me that maybe everyone didn’t want to hear about it, but I couldn’t seem to stop. And it rarely drained me – generally, it gave back more than what I put in. I found two of the educators because I never stopped talking about it – one at a Shabbat dinner, and one through a colleague talking to a geologist studying at Pardes (after she told me I’d do best to look into coverts, as I’d likely never find a Jew equipped to be a bus mechanic). I also found some of the camps and some of the hospitality when the bus tour spilled into my personal life, as well as some amazement and accolades. I planned the Tour de Farm event in Kansas on a Friday evening right before Shabbat while walking back from picking up a last ingredient for a salad for a potluck dinner at a friend’s, and though I didn’t end up showering that evening (like a true bus educator), I felt re-energized by the idea of bringing our vegetable oil bus and our bike blender to cheer on people biking from one urban farm to another. I was ecstatic, in that moment, to have been swept up into this regenerative cycle of belief in sustainability and in the existence of good in the world.

Sometimes I felt like I was floating, buoyed by the energy and enthusiasm of those around me, and sometimes I felt like I was wading through a swamp of confusion, about how to hire people and find a mechanic, how to balance a schedule and bring in enough revenue. Once I nearly finished building the schedule and the team, I began to worry about the educators. Would they feel they had enough structure of meaningful programs and people to appreciate their work, and sufficient free time to exult in their adventure? Would they be happy?

All I wanted from my abundance of work and energy that I devoted to this project was to share in some of the magic of it, to have it reverberate back to me. And in many ways, throughout these last six weeks, it did. It overflowed its structure, drawing stares and questions and stories everywhere it went, from people connected to and totally foreign to the concepts it represented. I personally saw the immense and powerful impact of the bus tour through brief glimpses into their lives on the few times I met up with them, from evaluations from institutions, photos, comments from friends and from friends of friends. That the circle of influence expanded so widely so quickly, and also drew in on itself, as I met and heard from people in all circles of my life and people connected to them never stopped seeming amazing. That this vehicle and all that it stood for brought together and really compelled people not just to notice but to tell someone else or send pictures, many of which made it back to me through circuitous routes or from far-flung directions, was even more awesome.

Thank you to everyone who was part of this bus tour, and to everyone who in turn let me be a part of it.

With Gratitude,

If I was a Superhero…

The bus is about as far from a Batmobile as you can get. It clangs and bounces as it rumbles down the highway. There’s a small screech when we turn, and water drips from the ceiling whenever it rains. Not only do we fail to zoom through tunnels, we break out into a cheer whenever we pass another car. Still, this spectacular oddity of a vehicle sometimes feels like a super-mobile, which brings up the vague possibility that we might be spending the summer trying our hands at superhero-dom.

Like superheroes, when we swoop into a camp or JCC, people stop and stare. When there are kids around, our approach is announced by a resounding chorus of “whoaaa” and “look at that!” and “what the…?” People from all over have invited us into our houses, brought us snacks, offered us showers and ice and leftover oil and giant cucumbers. I have been hugged by strangers, and thanked for what I am doing before the program even begins. If we are superheroes, we are Batman or Ironman – just ordinary people who happen to wear flashy costumes (sometimes) and come out of the door of a fantastic bus.

It all feels a bit unfair. And it makes me incredibly hopeful.

The bus has the superpower of bringing out the best in people. Stripped of wariness and inhibition (because, after all, how often do you get to hang out on an upside-down bus? And if that doesn’t do it, how often do you sing about poop in public?), people of all ages are free to share their most playful, curious, generous, thoughtful, silly selves.

In a restaurant in Kansas a woman eating dinner overheard us asking for oil and immediately sent a text to every person she knew in the next few cities on our agenda.

Sitting outside of the Mitzvah Garden in Kansas City, a family invited us for dinner before even learning our names.

When we open the engine in a truck stop or gas station, at least three people approach and ask if we need help.

On a cloudy morning in New Jersey, a bunch of initially reserved pre-teens began enthusiastically singing about having a good day.

Countless families have opened up their homes to us and welcomed us into their families and lives at every step along the way.

Confronted with the overwhelming generosity and hospitality of people, I cannot help but reflect on my own level of superhero-ness. I happen to be lucky enough to be traveling on an upside-down school bus, teaching kids about things that I am incredibly passionate about. I am no superhero, just someone who landed the fortune of spending the summer in our Batmobile, wearing a Teva shirt and a nametag made of cardboard.

And yet, people expect us to be superheroes, or perhaps I just expect myself to be a superhero, and so I try my best. I gather all of my enthusiasm. I sing songs to strangers in the gas station. And I try my best to reciprocate the incredible kindness that has been shown to us.

At the end of our programs, we ask our participants to envision the world that would be necessary for a successful Shmitah year. When we produce less, we have to share more. We have to trust in the intentions of others, to give what we can, knowing that we may or may not be repaid. Could this crazy bus trip, this prolonged moment of giving and receiving, be a step toward enacting a Shmitah-ready world?

The sun is starting to set on this adventure, and soon my superpower will be left behind in a parking lot at Isabella Freedman, waiting for someone else to swing open the door and turn on the generator. Then again, the amazing people we have met don’t drive upside-down buses or ride bicycle blenders. They have shown the beauty that is created by true hachnasat horchim, by welcoming guests and giving of oneself. They are superheroes in their own right, and my hope is that I not only find, but actively search out chances to pay it forward.

I am overwhelmed with gratitude.

– Sydney

Stories- Making the World a Little Smaller

A friend told me yesterday that the role of a traveler is to act as a mirror. She said that in a community, having the people who pass through  on their journeys are crucial to the structure of society. It is these people, she told me, who become an opportunity of reflection for those who they meet. The traveler reflects back onto others the thing that they are sometimes forgetting to see and notice about their own life. Memories, struggles, laughter, priorities, grief- you name it and there is a good chance that a traveler has helped someone remember or realize its significance, that they otherwise may had forgotten.

On my personal travels, there have been countless hours of listening to others share their stories. There seems to be something about the idea of meeting someone who is so temporary in their life, that often makes them want to open up and share their stories.  I happen to  live my life through stories. For a long time, if someone asked me what I was doing with my life, my response would be “I am collecting stories.” I deeply believe that it is through sharing our memories and experiences, that brings the world closer together and makes it a little bit smaller and a little less foreign.

Making some juice for dinner with the son of a  family from the Kansas community

Making some juice for dinner with the son of a family from the Kansas community

On the Topsy Turvy Bus- this concept seems only to be magnified. We have met children, teachers and clergy- truck drivers, farmers, musicians, government officials, other wanderers and countless people in different stages of their journey.  In Boulder, some street musicians wrote a silly song about us; in Illinois, a truck driver gave us a lift when the bus needed to be towed, and so many meals have been shared in the homes of strangers who quickly became family. We have chatted and learned from hundreds of people along the way. The thing so many of them have in common, is that they want to share their stories. Stories of faith and hope, loss and love, triumphs and tribulations- all of their stories of  journeys and adventures they have lived. Everyone wants us to know a piece of their story and seems to want to be a part of ours.

Phil, the friend who gave us a lift and helped when the bus needed to be towed.

Phil, the friend who gave us a lift and helped when the bus needed to be towed.

Rabbi Nachman once said, “The world tells you stories to put you asleep, I tell stories to wake you up.” And some of you may or may not agree with him. However, I think that he is not the only one whose stories are waking me up and waking up the world. I feel constantly reconnected to humanity through stories. As others have shared theirs with us, my love and knowledge of the world continues to grow.

Here on the Topsy Turvy Bus, the five of came together to travel as a team of educators. But the thing that doesn’t always get mentioned, is that being part of this community- we are so often the students, not the teachers. We are students of the world and it’s memories, students of strangers and constantly learn from their wisdom as they share it with us. We each have stories to share. But one of the beauties to being on this bus tour is how many of those stories we get to hear from the people whose paths cross ours.

To all the looking glasses in the world, and to all the people looking in them- thank you for taking the time to share your memories. It is your stories that makes the world a little smaller and a lot more beautiful.


Click here for the video of a song about the bus 

 The Team

When Life Gives You Oil…Go With It

It is now 6:30 am. I’m sitting here with Sydney, Sonia, and Jacob in Gardner Restaurant, a dinner that opens at 5 am in the small town of Garnder, Illinois. It’s a quaint little dinner. Clean and well light. The waitress is tired but friendly.  We are sitting in a booth by the window, listening in and out to the news blaring from the mounted TV on the wall and the conversations of the six, 60 year old-ish gentleman at the table right next to us. I am not sure who they are or why they are here so early. It seems that this might be a morning ritual of theirs. They are definitely regulars.

We had just gotten a ride here with Phillip, our new super nice trucker friend who, in his words, was “sent by G!d” to help us. Eli is still 30 miles down the I-55 with the bus, waiting for the tow truck to come take the bus to the auto shop.

This is indeed an interesting situation. Quite Topsy Turvy! There are two options: to view the current events through a lens of negativity or to see the good and opportunity within it. To see the cup half full. To make lemonade when life gives you lemons. To rolling with the punches. And, when stuck on the side of the road all day, to making shakshuka. This was that kind of situation.

You see, as can be expected, when traveling on a 9-ton bus with yet another bus flipped over on top of it, and which runs on veggie oil, things tend to not run exactly as planned.  Often. Things tend to run a little bit topsy-turvy. And very often its related to veggie oil.

Being that our “hunk-of-spunk” only gets 8 mile to the gallon, we need to find used veggie oil rather frequently. It usually takes a few hours, with several “no’s” and a couple of “too dirties” or “not enoughs”, before we find what we need.

Earlier this week we were in Kansas City. Last Sunday we spent three hours and toured 4 different restaurants trying to score some oil. It was getting late and we were getting tired. And hungry. The time for our dinner invitations was fast approaching. Topsy-Turvy Bus or not, we couldn’t be rude and late!

Finally, we found some oil at a sushi restaurant (that shall remain unnamed to protect the people and fish affiliated with the establishment). However, despite the fact that we were by this time feeling quite desperate, we were hesitant to take the oil. It was quite dirty. Yet, after careful consideration we decided that it was clean enough to take and worth the snatch.

So we unloaded our gear, got on our veggie-oil-clothes on, mentally prepared ourselves to get nice and oily and started working. Pumps a-blazing, bystander’s cameras a-snapping, and restaurant employee’s eyebrow a-twitching we started to pump it in. It was indeed dirt. We had to stop several time to clean the external filter on the pump and switch between their three oil-drums to try and determine which one was the cleanest of the dirty. And it was indeed not much. Even after we finished taking the oil Eli and the rest of us wondered if we should have taken it at all.

Fast forward to St. Louis. All that oil is long gone and we are about to head out on our 8 hour drive to Chicago. We don’t even have time to look for more oil! While were in St. Louis we really want to at least check out the famous St. Louis Arch. We have been rushing from program to program so much that we haven’t really had any time to do any “road-trippy, touristy” things along the way. We are determined to do at least one.

But another challenge of driving a 12 foot 9 inch mini-bus-and-a-half is trying to find parking downtown, as well as rodes with overpasses that our bus could get through. Many failed parking attempts and u-turns later we were about to give up. But the adventure muse that was looking over us whispered- nah! -yelled!, into our ears to try once more and plow through to see the arch. So we finally found a cheep parking lot with room. Of course the parking attendant insisted that because of the size of our spaceship we needed to pay for four spots. Not really caring anymore we eventually gave in and paid.

On our way back to the bus we were walking down a street and Sydney noticed a familiar looking place! It was the same restaurant that was part of the chain of restaurants that we had stopped at previously! We decided that it wouldn’t hurt to just walk in and ask. We did so and were pleasantly surprised that the manager said yes! After looking at the oil we discovered a lot of really clean oil. Score. Eli brought the bus around and started to hand pump and carry 90 gallons of oil about 50 feet to and from the bus. All in all, it was an extremely smooth and successful process. The best snatch so far.

Looking back I realized that it was only due to finding the oil from that first time that we got the nasty, poor oil that we even noticed or thought to ask this restaurant. And because of that we completely filled up with the cleanest oil we found yet. We learned then that everything works out for the best. Always, a little further down the road one realizes why something happened.

I run a worm bin and environmental cycles station in our programs. I think that this above-mentioned theme, in reality, is the fundamental teaching of this station: When life gives you lemons make lemonade. When you have trash or garbage, make compost. When you think that something is useless, turn it around and create a purpose for it. When you think these tiny, puny creatures are worthless, perhaps in fact they are what keeps the world going round. If you look at everything as part of a cycle then its infinite potential and value will be reveled to you.

When faced with an unwanted situation you can always turn things upside down and figure out a way out. Or more accuratel: be able to see the inherent goodness within it. It all depends on how you allow your eyes to look at it. Interestingly, worms don’t have eyes! They do, however, have the ability to sense light. Perhaps there is something there: They can only sense light and they do not have eyes through which to distort that light. They only see light! Sitting here in this dinner perhaps I think how perhaps I can learn this lesson from the worm: To only see light. And the current situation has indeed started that journey.

Since we broke down on the side of the road yesterday at 5 pm, countless trucks have come over offering their help. Each one got us to the next step before they had to get back on the road. Until, finally Phillip helped us for more than an hour . On top of that, the next morning he drove four of us 30 miles down the road to the nearest auto shop. We get off his truck, look across the road and se a dinner that was somehow already open. We decide to go check it out.

And that I where I find myself now: sitting here in the dinner waiting for the bus to get here and the writing this blog post; reminding myself to learn from the worms; to see the good in even this.

Rebbe Nachman, the Chassidic master of the Breslov Chassidic dynasty, teaches that one is “sent” on a journey in order to fix and increase one’s faith. To increase one’s faith in themselves, one’s faith in humanity and one’s faith in G!d. By going on a journey was is faced with situations that force one to confront his or her ideas of faith. One is forced to make decision based on the presents and absents of faith. And based on my experience its clear to me over and over agin on a journey how much this is to have faith about. It fixes my faith in myself, my faith in G!d, and my faith in humanity.

I sit here not knowing what will happen with the bus exactly but knowing and having faith that that whatever happens, it will be good.

When life gives you oil- go with it.




Yours, Mine, and Ours

Jacob D. Chatinover

“There are four traits among people.
The One Who Says:
 ‘What’s mine is mine, what’s yours is yours’: this is the trait of the average person (Beinoni). However, some say it is the trait of Sodom.
‘What’s mine is yours, what’s yours is mine’: the proletarian (`Am ha-Aretz).
‘What’s mine is yours, what’s yours is yours’: the giver (Ḥasid).
‘What’s yours is mine, what’s mine is mine’: the wrong (Rasha`).”
Pirké Avot 5:12, 1st century

“The matter of Shmita and Yovel correspond to the way of being, ‘What’s mine is yours, what’s yours is yours: the trait of the Hasid.’ ”
Mei HaShiloach (Rabbi Mordechai Yosef of Izhbitz, 19th century)

On Tuesday we had the pleasure of showing the bus to the Moishe House of St. Louis and their community members. Since we run programs for children from 3 years-old to 70, the first thing I noticed was how lovely it was to spend some time with people our own age and stage in life (well … mostly. None of them live on a bus :) ) I felt I was able to say what really excited me about this topsy-turvy adventure machine, in my own words, instead of trying to anticipate what would excite them and direct my presentation to that. It was also really interesting to run essentially the same programming we do for young children, and see how they reacted to it and interacted with it. Adults my age do like being silly, the only difference is they take silliness very seriously.
After we showed them our oil system, touched the worms, and ate some of the delicious cucumber that we got from the Mitzvah Garden in Kansas City, we opened a discussion on creating community around values of sustainability. We began with these quotes to frame it. What follows is a combination of their ideas and my ideas: the four traits exist in all of us at different times (obviously; this is always true when the Rabbis divide humanity into categories), and these are four models people use when creating community. These traits are relational traits, they don’t exist without other people. And these traits create a relationship: what I give you and what I expect you give to me, of your property and of yourself, are the essential basis of what we mean to each other.

Everything is Shared – the am ha’arets
Some models of community have everything shared, with no personal possession. This often also means that there is no space for individual identity, and everyone is compressed into one communal name. This has benefits of unity, but also conformity; it creates social stability, but results in monoculture. The Rabbis understand how this intention could be appealing, albeit misled. Thus they attribute it to the working man, the `am ha-arets, which also has connotations of the uneducated.

Nothing is Shared – the beinoni
The most common thinking, that of the beinoni, creates room for the individual but separates people from each other. Some Moishe House folks suggested that it would make no community at all, rather a selection of people living near each other, but in their own worlds. One thing the Topsy Turvy team made clear at the beginning of our journey is that with so much shared, the little that is personal must be held sacred. If Benji buys a pack of Spicy Buffalo Pretzel Bits, he can expect with confidence that no-one but he will eat them; and this is essential. If Sonia needs to take some time for herself, she should be granted that. It may seem small, but it is the largest factor to sustained shlom-bayit, balance and peace. But the term beinoni also means morally mediocre, not just statistically common. It’s important to give space when space is requested, but we should be very careful when requesting it. Some Rabbis held that this is the trait of Sodom, the city of inhospitality. If all we can give is space, it’s all we will want from each other. So far, I think we have held this balance and given it the gravity it deserves.

All Mine, All Yours – the rasha` and the ḥasid
The word rasha` is a courtroom term for the one found guilty, whose claim is judged to be wrong. A person who feels that everything they have they deserve, and that everybody else exists in order to provide benefit to them is not just bad, they’re incorrect. In my opinion, this is the most important thing I’ve learned through teaching Teva, and it’s the message I can most passionately transmit to my peers across the country. I can’t act as if it’s my world, that my actions don’t affect others, or that my station is not dependent upon the actions of others. Not only would that be a destructive worldview, it’s just not accurate. We live in complex systems. We live in biomes, where all flora and fauna, from Red Wigglers to Redwoods, interact to determine the health of each member species. Land-rest reminds us of this. We live in complex economic systems, where the labor of millions of other people all interact to produce the goods we need to live and to provide the conditions for our wealth. Debt-release reminds us of this. And traveling across the country meeting truckers and restaurant owners and citizens of all stripes helps me remember this, too. Lastly we live in complex social systems. The communities that we form provide for so many of our needs, physical and emotional. In every psychological study I’ve seen, the greatest determining factor in personal happiness is depth in interpersonal relationships. So really, nothing that’s mine is mine alone. Not my money or my stuff, not my food or my body, not my health or my joy. A community built upon this recognition would be the most in concert with sustainable values.
But can we expect ourselves to be like the ḥasid? Can we expect others to be? The word asid is connected to ḥesed, which is usually translated ‘lovingkindness’, but I prefer ‘grace’, which has the connotation of a gift that is given even when completely undeserved. A asid acts ‘lifnim miShurat haDin’ , beyond the letter of the law, in his/her relationship to God and to other people, seeking to do more than is required. ḥesed is when you do something for someone regardless of whether or not they ‘deserve’ your kindness, without even thinking about deserving or undeserving, owing or debt, right or wrong.
It’s understandable why the Hassidic master of Izhbitz connects this to Shmita. Shmita is a picture of the ideal world. The goal is not to get every single person in a community to act in the way you think they ought to act, it’s to bring yourself to a point where you can act a reflection of how you want the world to be, regardless of whether everyone else is on board. To have the trait of the asid is not to give away all of our possessions to the commons and give our efforts continually without surcease. It is to live a life in which even if you give everything you can and others take from you, you can still be ok. You can let it go. You can live the life you think is right and be a beacon of peace and generosity, even if it feels like you are the only one. If we each do this, then we can create communities of shared values which are flexible and inclusive, effective, evolving and progressive.

Thanks all, and happy travels!