They pull at my heartstrings like no other music does. They reach down into my very soul and fill it, surround it, like a warm embrace.
It is ironic, really. Years ago I gave up on Jewish Music completely. It bothered me a lot to know that many of the sources were impure. I figured, if the song anyway has a non-Jewish source, I may as well listen to the real thing.
I have no great attachment to music. I listen to it when I am sad, sometimes when I am happy and need a good beat going. I listen to music when I drive, and on long road trips to keep from getting bored. Sometimes I exercise to music. But I wouldn't say that it nourishes me in any way.
Some people have a deep soul connection to music. For other people it may be a beautiful painting, a moving poem, or captivating ballet.
No matter where I went or how far I strayed, niggunim always spoke to me. Their wordless melodies, ancient and pure, it does something to me like nothing else can. I always feel better after listening to niggunim.
I miss the farbrengins we used to have in high school. The feeling of camaraderie, everyone sharing stories or lessons they learned, good resolutions they made. But mainly, the singing. Around a table or a bonfire, it could go on for hours. Someone would start a tune and everyone would join in. Slow and soft at first, but rising steadily until it reached a crescendo. A beautiful melody crashing with the gates of heaven, bonding us together as one.
I close my eyes and try to recreate those feelings. Alone in my apartment on a Friday night. My surroundings melt away and only I and the niggun remain. Over and over it goes, bringing back memories, warming my soul. I feel a yearning, a desire for something. To connect to a higher source, to be a part of something so much greater than myself.
The niggun winds down, I open my eyes. I am in my own apartment. But for a brief moment, my soul was in another place, another time.
THAT is what a niggun does.
Here are a few selections that I like:
1. Reb Mendel's Niggun
2. Nigun L'Shabbos V'Yom Tov
3. Eilu Vo'eilu
4. Nigun M'yuchos
I also have great memories of falling asleep to the sounds of niggunim as a child. It stuck with me. If nothing else, it is something to take with me for the rest of my life, and keep me close wherever I go.
That sounds beautiful (though Itself don't have such a strong attachment to music of any sort, really). It sure does sound nice to have though.
ReplyDelete:) Thanks. It is interesting the little things that make people feel like they have a connection. You know how some secular Jews say, 'Ahhhh, gefilte fish reminds me of Shabbos.' I'm not saying I'm that far off, but it really is the little things that keep us connected.
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