A year ago, it seems that I was pretty frustrated. And come to think of it, I have my frustrations now, but they are quite different. After listening to this year’s Kol Hadash Rosh Hashana evening sermon [MP3], I can see more clearly that my worries last year were very much “Me”, and this year’s are a bit more “We”. But, to summarize the sermon bluntly, AND(ME,WE) > OR(ME,WE)
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Last year I wrote about how oppressed I felt by a number.
This year, we made ceremony come alive through music and memory, filling our home with the smells of our seudah hamafseket, “separation meal”, and the words of Itzak Perlman.
This year, we remembered our ancestors–the words they have said and the people who are gone–together over light, and drink, and food.
This year, we made an aspirational Ashamnu acrostic together as a family.
This year, we made an inspired playlist to share new and old words about forgiveness, confession, and other High Holiday staples.
And this year, I still looked in the weirdest places to find strange or new meaning for an arbitrary cut in time. And found a beautiful one much closer than I expected.
There is still so much work to do, and still so much to be mad about. But this anno mundi year is a year where I can work on “Me” as well as “We”.
G’mar Hatima Tova.