For Tashlich on Rosh Hashanah afternoon, we took leftovers from the previous evening's round challah to the footbridge over our local creek. Each standing quietly by the railing, we tore off little bits of breads as we considered what we have done over the past year of which we are not proud. Assigning our misdeeds to the bread, we cast the bits into the water. (Son played *Pooh Sticks with some of his, watching the sins swim beneath the bridge and come out the other side.) I, as usual, was a fountain of tears.
The water carries away our sins. It leaves us unburdened of guilt and ready to move on to meaningful action, true repentence, and a better life.
Afterwards, we turned to each other, hugged, and apologized for all we had done that hurt each other, knowingly or unknowingly. This time between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur is our time to set things to right with each other. So for all of you reading: I am sorry for anything I have said or done that has hurt you, whether I intended to or not, whether I was aware or not.
As we walked back from the water, Son erupted in tears over nothing (he was both tired and hungry), and I snapped at him in frustration and impatience (I was both hungry and tired). Ah, a good start on preparations for next Tashlich....
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Meanwhile, Adamas flows on.
After the fourth repeat...
and after the fifth.
*The link is to the World Pooh Sticks Championships. Wow.