ROSH HASHANA
I’ve been thinking about this story.
A man went to his Rabbi and asked him how he could finally be free of all his problems, his anxieties, and all that was negative in his life.
The Rabbi told the man that the only time he’ll be free of his problems, his anxieties, and all that is negative is when he is dead.
The man decided he was willing to die so that he could be free.
So the Rabbi sat the man in a chair and said he’ll pour hot tar down the man’s throat.
And he did.
And the man screamed and convulsed as the hot tar shot down his throat and entered his stomach.
But. The man did not die. Because it wasn’t hot tar that now flowed through his body.
It was honey.
The man felt fine. The man felt free.
The man had to be willing to consume the hot tar only to find out that it was really honey.
The Rabbi could not have told the man that it was going to be honey to begin with.
The man felt fine. The man felt free.
Now, truth be told, you could say this Rabbi was a bit of an asshole.
But. I understand the point.
This year, may you take on your greatest challenges and fears head on.
May you come out the other side feeling less burdensome. May you carry less weight.
May you thrive in your work, in your love, and in your service to the world.
You can’t do everything. But you must do something.
Most of all, may you have a sweet, sweet, sweet new year.
L’shanah tovah tikateyvu v’tichatemu.
May you be inscribed and sealed for a good year.
Also, may you light a candle, draw a hot bath, and listen to Solange’s new album.
‘Cause that’ll make you feel real good too.
YOM KIPPUR
Today reminds me of a dream I had many many years ago. I’m in a chilled room of floor to ceiling windows overlooking a San Francisco drenched in fog.
G-d is my tailor, and he is measuring me up for a performance. He silently works around my body as I stare onto a desolate Union Square.
Suddenly behind my ear I hear, “Where are your wounds?”
“I have none,” I say.
He pauses.
Then he asks, “Was nothing worth fighting for?”