September 13, 2007

Happy New Year!

Rosh HaShana translates to Head of the Year. Each year, we start off by dipping apple slices into honey and reciting two prayers, blessing God and thanking God for the fruit of the tree and asking to be renewed for a good and sweet year.

I think you will agree that each of us celebrates holidays our own way in our own hearts. The beauty of the Jewish holidays to me is that I am doing something that my mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, etc. etc. did. It links me to the past generations of my family. Of course, I would like to think that I feel them with me each day I live, but I don't. I feel closest to them when I light the Shabbat candles or when I open the door for Elijah during the Passover Seder. The knowledge that I am carrying on a tradition thousands of years old is, at times, overwhelming for me. During those times, I feel my family members - those who are here and those who have passed on. I feel them reaching out to hold my hand, as I reach out to the next generation.

Happy New Year...and the eggs.

1 comment:

JB said...

You didn't even mention the smelly horns! he-he. Nice post.