Tonight marks the beginning of Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish new year. We’ll all gather in temple and listen to the mournful, and yet inspiring, blast of the shofar and begin to reflect not only on the year that has past, but the year that is to come as well.
There’s a line in the service that never escapes me, “On Rosh Hashanah it is written, on Yom Kippur it is sealed.” I take it rather seriously. I’m usually more contemplative around this time of year, but for some reason all I can think about is the following idea:
Am I lighting a match or blowing one out?
I wonder if I’ll figure that one out. This will be my meditation during this High Holiday season.
And while I remember those not present, separated by distance or something more permanent, and I think of you –
I wish you health,
I wish you happiness,
I wish you love,
I wish you everything.
Happy New Year – may it be sweet. May you be inscribed in the Book of Life.