We, the Jewish people, who continue to reside and flourish all over the world, look forward to celebrating Kol Nidra eve, which commences our traditional, most holy holiday of Yom Kippur. During the beautiful, deeply meaningful chanting of Kol Nidra, Irwin and I and our loved ones stand in silence, listening to the canter’s melodic rendition of this prayer that readies us to fast for 24 hours, from sundown to sundown as we begin to atone in hopes of cleansing our souls of all of our sins committed grievously, over the last year. Pre-Covid, our congregation would have assembled together, and while denying our bodies sustenance, we’d pray as one for the humility to ask forgiveness from those we transgressed against, over this past year. So how is this year different from all other years during your lifetime and mine? If you continue to choose to shelter at home as seriously as Will and I do and if your climate cooperates, then you’ll consume your dinner, tonight, indoors, sitting next to your Arcadia door, while dear friends, who are bringing dinner, will arrange all of the fixings on our patio table, and after our spirits ignite S one, upon listening to the awe inspiring, unchanging rendition of Kol Nidra floating through the air via our connection to cable, Will and I and Shelly and
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I find it astonishing to note that depths of pain can be so overwhelming as to isolate a person's mind from remaining actively involved in anyone's life no matter how deeply loved family and friends continue to be. I'm relieved to know that the numbness, brought on by my survival instincts, over these past several weeks, is thawing, naturally, in direct proportion to depth of pain (and pain meds) diminishing ... 🙋🏻♀️
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