Reflections on a Sweet, Non-Forced Rosh HaShanah

We sat at the table and went through the ritual. Fruit by fruit, vegetable by vegetable, blessing by blessing.

In my mind I translated the words and tried to figure out how they fit together with one another.

Nobody cared if I made a perfect table, sat the perfect length of time, wore the perfect clothes to shul or stood in the service perfectly for the whole time.

In turn, or maybe I should say return, I didn't feel the need to rebel against the strictures of religion.

Instead, in shul, I took a cup of coffee and read the book I borrowed from Chabad in Florida.

The lesson that struck me the most was Moshe Rabenu, in Tetzaveh, telling HaShem to write him out of the Torah if HaShem would reject the Jewish people for sinning.

Especially as today is the anniversary of the 9/11 attacks on America, I really related to the idea of the leader who cared more about the people than himself. So much so that he would passionately defend them to God, and remove his name from any endeavor where the people weren't redeemed.

It was rainy weather and I did a fair amount of napping, along with the usual reading and studies of current events.

God is good. He made the days feel peaceful.

I am grateful for His kindness, warmth and peace this holiday.
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