Rosh Hashanah is around the corner. It’s nearly here!
I’m not uber religious, but I really think tradition is a great thing. And the traditions surrounding Rosh Hashanah make a lot of sense to me. It’s our New Year, time to start afresh. The Shofar [that ram's horn that gets blown in the photo above] is supposed to wake us up! It’s really loud. It’s supposed to be. It’s saying to us, Wake UP!!! Life is sweet. Yup, symbolized by the apples and honey we eat on our Rosh Hashanah table. Time to clean up, clear out [metaphorically] and get rid of the baggage. The emotional, the bad energy, the outdated clutter. To celebrate what makes us happy. To stop squabbling, make up with friends and family. Get your life together. Get organized for the new season. And, as with utmost impatience , there’s a time limit. You’ve got EIGHT DAYS to do all of this. No pressure or anything! [Grin.]
I start over with my calendar [planning diary] ever year during Rosh Hashanah. There are lots of calendars on sale this time of year that start with August. I’ve always wondered if this is because there’s a huge Jewish market buying them or if people all over feel with summer over and the school year beginning that it’s time to get back into a documented routine. Perhaps it’s a bit of both.
I keep my calendar at the bottom of the main staircase on the side of our coats wardrobe. No one really notices it unless you’re walking down the stairs. Then it’s BAM! In front of you so you don’t forget anything.
I also update the contact sheet for the wall. That’s the thing with the yellow border. It’s amazing how many contacts need to be changed/updated on an annual basis. Or is it just in my home? New cleaner, better plumber, updated neighbours, new BFF’s for Jack. We start over and re-evaluate who makes the cut for the must-have numbers at our fingertips. Sure, we’ve got them in our mobiles. But it’s nice to have that on-the-wall chart to refer to. Phones get lost, broken…but the list remains. As long as you make the cut…
I also get back into writing lists for myself. September is a real wake-up call that the year is nearing a close but it’s not too late to accomplish something I set out to do. I start going into list-making frenzy in September. Beware of the girl with her white paper and sharpie! Thank goodness Mr. Stone is my opposite, who doesn’t give a care what gets done and what doesn’t. He lives in the bubble that everything will happen eventually. Most days this drives me mental, but honestly it’s probably a good thing that he slows me down and tells me to breathe. And to sleep.
I haven’t been sleeping much lately. I’ve only got eight days to get my life in order!!! Then I can sleep. Isn’t it Ben Franklin who said ‘There’ll be time enough for sleeping in the grave.’ Well, something like that. I’m not having trouble falling asleep, I’m having trouble convincing myself to climb into bed. I’m not sure if I ‘do’ more than the average wife/mother or if we’re all just an unspoken army marching along getting everything done. I think probably the latter. But somehow this tangent has derailed from my talking about Rosh Hashanah. Sorry, thanks for still reading and staying with it. Anyhoo, it’s about getting life in order and celebrating the sweetness in life.
Jack and I made really lovely decorations for our table this year. We made apple and honey hive branch ornaments as well as apple placemats and coordinating napkins. [see crafts for step-by-step guide.] We’re planing to have family friends over for our feast of grilled fish and harvest veg [see recipes] and I secretly bought bumble bee wings and headbands at Poundland for the kids to wear. Get it, honey? Bees? Work with me here. We also made this fantastic bunting. In short, I think it’s going to be a great Rosh Hanshanah. I hope yours is too.