In a few hours, I’ll begin my annual 26-hour fast (not that I’m counting) in honor of the Jewish day of Atonement, Yom Kippur. At about this same moment every year, I feel a sense of dread. And then I think, it’s just skipping breakfast and lunch. How hard can that be? The point of the fast and the day at synagogue is to take a break from the mundane to enter the realm of the holy. Contemplating this literally awesome metaphor, it’s good to be reminded that we’re all a little broken, even the angels. And that’s just perfect.
Image by Arianna Palazzi
I have always thought that our imperfections are truly what make us beautiful (and I don’t just mean this with respect to looks).
I admire it in others, even though I strive for it, in myself. (Thanks, Mom.)