Shanah tovah!
Didn’t make it online before the sun set Sunday night, so I’m a day late wishing everyone who celebrates a sweet new year.
I very much like the tradition of literally eating something sweet to start of the year, in order to assure that the year will be metaphorically sweet as well. Traditionally that means apples in honey, but our congregation also had a birthday cake–this being the birthday of the world/universe–which just makes me smile. And last night decided that the world might want its birthday celebrated with some gelato, too.
Shanah tovah. Even as the days grow shorter, may the year ahead be filled with goodness and light.
I also love the idea of being inscribed in the Book of Life, a reminder that we — the stories of our lives, our dreams, and the stories we tell — are infinitely precious.
And the idea that stories matter, yes.