Learning to Be


It’s been a million years since I’ve written. Summer came and went and now school is well underway and I’m no further than I was at the end of last year. I’m running to stand still, but inside I am anything but still.  Last night was the first night of Rosh Hashana, the Jewish New Year, or as my daughter likes to say “Happy Jew Year!” So I have returned to that which brings me back to my center and reminds me why I’m here. It is these times when ritual brings us back to the beginning, when we are given a chance to start again.  Last night I washed my tashlich down the drain because I couldn’t make it to the ocean or a lake. I cast my bread crumbs down the bathtub drain, making sure to crush each piece into dust so it would wash down without incident. As I cast the last crumbs into the running water, I prayed that each one bring me closer to who I’m supposed to be. I watched the water run for a while making sure my crumbs didn’t stop up the drain when this year’s mantra came to me:  The way to do is to be.

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