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Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

Parshat Vayakhel

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Back in my school days, I had my own mirror. It was one of those antique freestanding ones, with carved pillars and a base, between which swung an oval glass. It tossed my reflection at me like a kiss that called, “C’mon over!” And back then, subliminally yet, it began to bug me that the ubiquitous looking-glass called to me from every angle in my room.

Just at that time, Cindy showed up in my dreams. I’d recently switched from public school to a private Jewish day school. The kids were palpably richer than my previous classmates. And they were also on the cutting edge of all that was new. Back then, anorexia and bulimia were new. By 16, I knew of only one girl who starved her body living off her own flesh and who vomited the food she’d been unable to resist. But in my new school, there were numerous young women dying to be thin.

In my dream, though, Cindy was compelled neither to starve her body nor to gag her food. She was addicted to her mirror. By 16, I knew of only one girl who starved her bodyIt was a far cry from the antique one my grandmother had given me. Hers was a round one that fitted into the palm of her hand. Her fear that she did not exist came upon her like waves upon the beach. And whenever it did, she’d pull out the mirror to confirm that, yes, she was here. As time went by, the waves bashed more frequently and more violently upon her being. She’d shake and sweat, and surreptitiously open her palm, trembling for a fix.

It was after French class that I approached her. The Highveld grass glared yellow under the winter sun.

“Cindy,” I said, “I’ve seen what’s happening ... with the mirror ... ”

She turned abruptly from me, brittle as the grass.

“Cindy, look. You exist! Don’t you get it? You are real. You don’t need the mirror to prove that.”

Hands quivering, she opened her palm, sucking in her image. The sweat on her upper lip swelled.

“Here, I’ll show you. Let me take it from you, just for a moment—so you can see. You exist without it!”

My voice shook, too, as I reached to pry the mirror from her hands.

“No,” she spat. “No, no!” clamping her palm shut.

As she did so, the mirror fell, in slow motion. And as it shattered, the shards fractured into the craggy peaks of a Chinese landscape. Cindy and I were falling through the cliffs. I sat up out of the dream. In the morning, I asked my Dad if he could put the mirror elsewhere in the house.

Remember the yellow daisies? That didn’t stop me from wondering whether in fact he loved me“He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me ... ” Seems to me I played it first fresh out of kindergarten. Kids on the crescent gathered under the eucalyptus tree at the bottom of our garden. We’d lick gum off the bark or sit in the treehouse (a plank of wood between the branches), or rock on the rubber-tire swing. As I swung, I’d pluck the petals to check just whether “he” loved me. By my early teens, I’d traded the tree and its sticky gum for lip gloss and jeans so tight we’d have to lie down on the bed and have a friend help close the zipper.

Not that I knew any “he,” mind you. But that didn’t stop me from wondering whether in fact he loved me—or not. Through all those “zipping-ups,” I was oblivious to the cultural component of my actions. Until my dream, that is. It awakened me to some of the unconscious tides that compelled me and pummeled my own beaches. It was the burgeoning of my consciousness that we—women, in particular—are driven by mirrors both physical and social.

Recently, surfing the web, I learned that if Barbie were a real person, her head in relation to her body would be the size of a golf ball, and she wouldn’t be able to stand upright. Picture it: a woman with a head smaller than a fist crawling on all fours! And yet, that’s what we give our little girls. “Here, dear,” we say, “a mirror for you, darling. Just the being you want to be when you grow up.”

But does all this mean that gazing into a mirror renders us a “wicked stepmother” consumed with envy? Or a Narcissus besotted by his own image? What are we to do with our mirrors, with the seemingly inborn drive for beauty and concerns about the social mirror?

This week’s Torah portion, Vayakhel, offers a solution as deep and resonant as a reflection is shallow. It relates in great detail how we went about actually building the Sanctuary. Moses collected gifts and contributions from the people: precious metals, richly dyed wools, reddened rams’ skins and blue-processed hides, acacia wood, olive oil, essences for fragrance, perfume incense and rare stones.1 It was a veritable treasury. He then appointed the architects, and the building began—from the tapestries and beams to the ark, the table, lamp, and the altars for incense and sacrifices. The last of the utensils to be made was the washstand, a very large samovar with spigots from which the priests would draw water with which to wash their hands and feet before beginning their daily service. It was the last utensil made, but the first to be used each day.

Betzalel, the chief architect, made the washstand and its base “out of the mirrors of the dedicated women who congregated at the entrance of the Communion Tent.”2

The women had brought numerous other offerings, most notably their jewelry. And they brought the mirrors. When I read these verses, I visualize myself in their shoes. Theirs was no costume jewelry. It’s one thing to let go of my artsy pieces of faux stones and pewter, but how would I feel giving over the pearl earrings my husband gave me in the bridal chamber after our chuppah, our first time alone together? And theirs were no “made in China” dime-a-dozen cheapo mirrors. These were sheets of copper, polished to perfection. Rashi, our principal biblical commentator, states on the above verse that “the women had mirrors in their hands.”3 I sense the intimacy with which they held them. “They used them to adorn themselves,” he says. I think of standing at my bedroom mirror. The kohl and lipstick, olive and golden eyeshadows, mascara and perfume lie in a purple beaded bowl I bought in Africa, their reflection shimmering in back. They and my mirror are my raw materials as I prepare for an evening with my husband. My mirror is dear to me. How much more so were their prized copper plates to my sisters in a vast and dry desert? Yet, says Rashi, “even these they did not hesitate to bring as offerings for the Sanctuary.”

Yet while Moses gladly accepted the rings and armbands, earrings and nose-rings, when he saw the mirrors piled upon the ground, he rejected them. They lifted up their mirrors, each gazing at herself and her husbandWhy? Says the Talmud: Mirrors are made for the evil inclination. I get that. They’re all about “me, myself, I,” my image feeding back at me an illusion, a reflected identity that, like Cindy’s, can never fill the existential hollow of not being in touch with one’s soul. And yet, surprise, G‑d disagreed. “He said to Moses, ‘Accept them, for these are more precious to Me than all [the other gifts]’—for through them the women set up the many congregations4 in Egypt. When their husbands returned from the harsh labor, they would go out and offer them food and drink, feeding them. They lifted up their mirrors, each gazing at herself and her husband in the mirror. Each enticed him with words, saying, ‘I am more beautiful than you.’ In this way, they aroused their husbands, who would then be intimate with them. The women conceived and gave birth there (in Egypt). This is what is implied by the verse,5 ‘I awakened you beneath the apple orchard.’ ”6

What Rashi is teaching us is that we certainly can, and should, use our mirrors. But we must do so on G‑d’s terms.

This idea was reinforced for me on a ride in a New York subway. Its lines curve like choked intestines through the city’s underbelly. Not my favorite place to be. Yet there, in the smelly car of a Dinkins-era train, the insight was brought home to me in the form of a poster ad. Picture it. An all-American tourist. He’s got on the Hawaiian shirt with the rainbow-colored flowers, a camera slung diagonally across one shoulder, a water bottle over the other. Khaki shorts to just above his knee, and a khaki hat with the string dangling ’round his neck. He’s holding a fishing rod. And all around are plastic flowers and vines, kitsch imitations of the Amazon forest. The shot is promoting a design school. Its slogan reads, “Put your passion into a program.”

I get that, too! G‑d has given us emotions and tendencies. There’s no way to not feel love, or fear, or any of the feelings on our emotional palette. Our choice is to love worldly pleasures or love G‑d, to fear Him or to live with neurosis and paranoia about everything else. The same applies to reflections. We can use them to seduce a stranger. Or we can use them to arouse our husbands.

As for the social mirror, that’s important as well. Queen Esther is praised for “finding favor in the eyes of all who saw her.”7 But what others think of us is relevant only if it reflects what we stand for and the way we honor their dignity. The secret is that we attain the favor of others precisely when we free ourselves of kowtowing to public opinion. If our driving goal is to find popularity in the eyes of G‑d, then in a domino effect we will be beloved by others. People naturally respect authenticity, integrity, standing for what we believe in and walking the talk, even though they may not say so.

So, here’s to mirrors. Both the copper kind and those cheapo Chinese ones. The antique, wooden full-frame ones and the palm-held miniatures. Here’s to caring that we honor others, and that our conduct please our Creator. Here’s to putting our passion into a program, to having the guts to let go of the shallow, of the Tinseltown images and airbrushed shots on all those covers of all those glossies. Here’s to ditching the idols of contemporary culture—the messages we are bombarded with—and living life from the inside out.

Footnotes
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Rashi ibid.

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Our sages make this association based on the word tzov’ot in the original verse. It is translated by Rashi as “the dedicated women.” (Ibn Ezra translates it as “the craftswomen.” Other translations include “the women who came to serve G‑d in prayer” and “the celebrated women.”) If one rearticulates the vowels beneath the consonants, the word reads tziv’ot, which means a “multitude of people” or “large crowd.”

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Rashi continues by saying, “The washstand was made from them. It served to establish peace between husband and wife: [The priests] would draw from its waters for she whose husband suspected her of adultery.” For just as the women in Egypt had used their mirrors for holy purposes, the waters held by their copper offerings were used to verify whether the suspected adulteress had directed her beauty to arouse her husband, or for unholy reasons.

Shimona Tzukernik is the creator of The Method, a therapeutic application of Kabbalah for individuals and corporations seeking spiritually based transformation. Known as “The Kabbalah Coach,” she has counseled hundreds of individuals, and now offers coaching certification in The Method. She is also an internationally recognized speaker and author for the Rohr JLI. Shimona has been featured in media around the world including a documentary by National Geographic and NickMom’s “Take Me to your Mother.”
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Raymond Bastarache NB Canada March 21, 2017

I'm reminded of a story? A Rabbi once said "I always look for a not so pretty lady at the cash or an employee lady who works the isles of a merchant store for to help me find something, who for most of the time is willing to go out of her way to please her customers. Rather than the beauty queen behind the make-up counter? who thinking I wonder who is looking at me? my beauty"? YES?.... G-d first, others second, myself last should be my motto....remembering in the Holy Writ? "He will beautify the meek with salvation" Shalom. Reply

Patricia Vancouver, B.C. February 18, 2014

This is so gr8 an article, and my reading this came at a good time. I learned to mirror others which is so annoying when I do a lot of it, and because I got fulfilled as they mirrored me. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you! Isn't it so tiring looking for reflection and being other-directed I ask myself. I'm keeping the article in my mind to reflect. Reply

Shainy Blotner Brooklyn NY February 17, 2014

Thanks Shimona, I appreciate the rich language and connections to our daily lives. Reply

Carmen February 17, 2014

I also used to sit, sometimes for hours, in front of the 3 mirrors that could be stired allowing me to see myself from different angles , of my dressing table ,when I was a girl and pre-adolescent.
My mother sometimes came in and stared at me, perhaps thinking how vain and egocentric I was, but no, it was not only to my materiality that I had been looking; I had been sitting before the threshold between living here and transcending here.I was reflecting.(reflecting!)
I think my mother did not understand ...
What would we do,I ask myself now, without a mirror to give us parameters not to fly too far away from here.A mirror can hold us by letting us see our own materiality in face of transcendency and letting us reflect about ...about our purpose in this life,maybe. Reply

leah muller cedarhurst, n.y. February 25, 2011

A most inspiring article. Reading it right before the Shabbos puts me in a most peaceful mood.Thank you, Shimona Reply

Anonymous February 24, 2011

unbelievable article.
just want to note that this is the same Moshe who said "Erase me, G-d, from Your Torah," if You do not forgive the Jewish people for the sin of the golden calf. Reply

Anonymous March 10, 2010

i just love your wriitng shimona- thanks Reply

devora February 27, 2008

thank you! may g-d bless you, shimona, to continue with your wonderful work- spreading such deep and powerful messages in such a beautiful and practical manner. Reply

Tone Lechtzier Trail, Or US February 26, 2008

Shalom, natural looks, to me, reflect a true image. Why guild the lilly? All G-d has created has beauty - especially to open eyes. Painted women remind me of clowns, the image is not the person wearing it. What counts is not the image, it's the person inside. Also makeup is made of chemicals basically, and expensive. Being attractive is a natural state of mind enabled by feeling good. The sublime glow of those who walk with G-d - is my ultimate attraction, gilded looks, the least.
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Anonymous February 25, 2008

Thank you shimona. I was searching "high and low" for something on "hatznaeh lechet im hashem elokecha"-walk modestly with G-d your G-d. Your article spoke to me, as it certainly will to the woman I plan to teach.
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Keri Daniels Toledo, Oh USA February 25, 2008

I have a little girl growing up in an american world and I worry all to often that she will not realize who she really is, a jewess. This article is all inspiring and a great reminder to jewish women. Let us all pray to see ourselves the way G-D sees us. Thank you! Reply

Chanah Poltorak February 25, 2008

what a beautiful, meaningful article. thank you! Reply