In a few days I’ll celebrate the Jewish New Year, also known by its Hebrew name Rosh Hashanah. On that same day I’ll also enter the Ten Days of Awe.
The Jewish New Year marks the beginning of the Ten Days of Awe, during which Jews reflect upon their actions over the past year and seek forgiveness for their transgressions in hopes of influencing God’s final judgment. On Rosh Hashanah God is said to inscribe the fate of every person for the upcoming year in the Book of Life or the Book of Death. However, the verdict is not decided until ten days later, on Yom Kippur.
This is a very special time of the year for every Jew, no matter how religious one is. Every Jewish person observes this holiday—some more, some less. And so do I—probably on the less side, but I definitely do.
Holidays bring their traditions to us. Trends and generations modify them over time. Yet it all ties us to our roots and keeps our expectations in line.
This year, I will be in New York during the holiday. Though I will stay in a hotel, away from my home and family, I’m excited and looking forward to it. Something in this city makes me feel more connected and closer to the Jewish holiday and tradition.
I am not there yet and I already sense the distinct savors of the Jewish food that Rosh Hashanah brings—brisket, matzo ball soup, honey cake, the challah bread and even the hateful gefilte fish.
So if you know any good Jewish delis that will be open during the holiday, a place where I can celebrate my New Year please let me know.
I wish you a Happy New Year and G’mar Hatima Tovah.