At sunset this evening, the Jewish holy day of Yom Kippur, the day of atonement begins. While I continue to wrestle with my own religious identity, this day of fasting and introspection has always been a vital part of my spiritual practice.
There are sections in the Yom Kippur service that move me to tears, year after year. The tune for Aveenu Malkainu, in particular, has always had a special resonance with its music a cry the congregation sings in a plaintive minor key.
A cornerstone of the process of atonement is to make right any wrongs one has done, intentionally or unintentionally to the people in one's life. The traditions of Yom Kippor teach us that we cannot get this forgiveness from G-d. We can only obtain it through honest repentance and from the individual so wronged.
In that spirit, I sincerely apologize if the words I have written on this blog have caused anyone pain or distress. Know that my intention has always been to have a honest and open conversation with you, my readers. We may not always agree, but I hope I have been respectful and welcoming.
All the best to you.