Rosh Hashanah (the Jewish New Year) couldn’t have come at a more perfect time for me and my family.
This last year (5773), was filled with some amazing moments… and some terribly difficult ones. With so many big events and changes on the horizon for the Lunduke clan, this turned out to be the perfect time for a little soul searching. To think back on the previous year — the highs and lows, the victories and mistakes — to try to learn from them to make this new year (5774) a more excellent one.
This year we went down to a beach on Lake Washington for Tashlikh
Tashlikh is a pretty simple idea really — symbolically “casting off” your sins (aka “things you did that hurt other people that you are, hopefully, trying to make amends for”) by pulling bread crumbs out of your pocket and tossing them into a body of water. It’s not a tradition all Jews practice — but it’s a nice tradition that encourages a bit of introspection. Plus it makes for a fun afternoon.
The number of ducks that came out to greet us was pretty awesome. An army of ducks, waiting patiently for their bread. It seemed to be generally accepted that either the ducks simply knew it was Rosh Hashanah and were waiting for the yearly bread buffet to begin… or they were observant Jew-Ducks and they were there to mark the occasion with us.
That’s a picture of my daughter, Josie, sucking on a honey straw after having exhausted daddies bread supply. Which, I’ll be honest, consisted mostly of a flour tortilla — because we forgot to bring bread with us when we left the house… and there was a tortilla in the car already.
“Why was there a tortilla in the car?”
That’s, really, the wrong question. A better question would be “Why isn’t there always a spare tortilla in every car?”. A tortilla is a bit like a towel in that way. Douglas Adams taught me the value of a towel. Mexican restaurants taught me the value of a tortilla. The two are linked in my mind. I have no idea why.
Luckily there was a lot of old, stale bread to share among the families there. By the end the ducks were content and, dare I say, bored of eating — and the kids were happy to have helped them get there.
Was a good day. And a good start to a new year.