We always spend the holidays together. This year we won't. And I understand. Another reality of COVID, and this strange, difficult time.
I hope by Thanksgiving we are able to figure out some way to be together. It's been 10 months.
Like everyone, I am hoping for a better new year than the one we are leaving. I have been inconvenienced, but nothing worse. I am both lucky and grateful.
Rosh Hashanah is about reflection and renewal. The mad year we are leaving has been filled with a pandemic, riots, mass unemployment, small business closings, and hate-filled politics. And the upcoming months promise to be challenging — especially with the arrival of flu season, the presidential election, and now a vacant seat on the Supreme Court.
It's an uncertain time. And in many ways, a frightening one.
But I am hopeful that things will improve. And my prayers for the new year will be about that.
And also about ways that I can be a better person.
Alexander calls to wish me shanah tovah. While brought up Jewish, my son is, unfortunately, one of the least observant Jews I know. But he does remember that sundown marks the start of Rosh Hashanah.
I tell him that some temples will be streaming services and that I will send him the link. "No thanks," he says. "Ya know with COVID and everything, I don't want to take any chances."
Wishing you all good health, joy and sweetness for the coming Hebrew year, 5781.
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