Today is the new year if you are old school and old testament like me. But more importantly this holiday marks the return of the year. Each year on Rosh Hashana the chestunuts begin droppping. They lay on the ground as a visceral sign of the seasons turning and my life extending. I hate to miss that symbol of the year. I think the sound of the shofar is similar in it's effect. The live reverberance of the horn and music echoing in the temple and resonating in my body and spirit, exposed for the duration of ceremony. Truly a moment I cherish.
Shna Tova my friends,
Eli
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