Traditional honey cake to celebrate a sweet new year; my grandmother’s recipe.
It’s a new year in the Jewish calendar. It’s always felt so appropriate that Rosh Hashana falls at the start of the fall season. It feels like the right to celebrate a fresh start. This year, my fresh start is yet another opportunity to humbly begin again.
I wanted to make this year about intention and purpose, about determination and discipline. Who I wanted to become… How I wanted to live… those choices, many of them, have not manifested because I have failed to lean into them. I have failed to start over, to begin again when I need a re-start. Instead, I gave up ahead of myself and never gave myself a second chance when the first time through got too tough.
This new year is that second chance. The opportunity bestowed by a sacred culture to honor the truth that every day is new. What we bring into each day is not a destiny, but rather the memory of yesterday – – an imprint of patterned thought. Today…Tomorrow… they can be different.
Tonight, I honor my attention to failure. And I relinquish the stubborn past to it’s place in history. Even 5 minutes ago is now gone. I am new in this moment, ready at last, to begin again.