Yom Kippur

It’s the onset, at sunset, of the Jewish Day of Atonement and I can’t help feeling left out.

Just now I stood on my corner watching families on there way to temple filled with resolve to fast till sundown tomorrow.  I can’t help but to admire and wish to be one of them.

“It’s only once a year,” my foot doctor, who will partake in the ritual, said to me this morning.  “It’s the very least we can do…

One could say, it’s our Lent, just packed in one day.”

He also participates in Tashlich performed earlier,  where you go to a body of water to toss in bread representing all of your transgressions for the past year.  Like Catholic penance, but out in the open.  I like that idea, better than shrouded in a cold box with a priest whose eyes you can’t see.

There’s such grace in the Jewish religion displayed on the faces of all those embracing its goodness.

My heart lifts for them.

getpart-4-2 Side entrance to Park Avenue Synagogue.


About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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6 Responses to Yom Kippur

  1. micklively says:

    So there’s no smoked fish involved? 😉


  2. A little atonement is good for the soul.

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  3. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, I used to give up candy and hoard it like a miser during lent. With gleaming eyes I’d watch my forbidden pile grow. Then I’d gorge myself until I felt sick. I think one day of fasting teaches much better lessons.

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    • Yeah, Lent is harsh and to me, always felt way over-the-top. I say, just be a nice person as often as you can all year round. Unless there are heads buried in your backyard, what could you have done that could be all that bad. My two Lenten cents.


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