"How would you like to observe the High Holidays?" I asked my son as I drove him home from his art class last Sunday.
"Let me think," he mused. "Well, for Rosh Hashanah I would like to do something very spiritual like go to the observatory and study the stars and the origins of the universe God has given us, and then perhaps for the first day of the holiday we could just be out in nature. We could end the day by going to the waterfall at Eaton Canyon where we'll cast bread crumbs into the water to symbolize casting off our sins as is the tradition."
"We can do that," I said, nodding my approval.
"But Yom Kippur is different," he continued. "On Yom Kippur you're supposed to feel guilty."
"Sweetie," I said in a gentle but chastening tone, "we're Jewish. We're always supposed to feel guilty."
"True," he agreed, "but on Yom Kippur we're supposed to feel extra guilty. So I think on Yom Kippur we should go to services and tell the rabbi that we didn't go to synagogue on Rosh Hashanah. Then he'll be disappointed in us, we'll feel really bad about that and it will be perfect!"
To all my fellow Tribe members, L' Shanah Tovah. May this be a sweet New Year.
Bestselling Author of:
The Sophie Katz Murder Mystery Series,
SO MUCH FOR MY HAPPY ENDING